Thank You Sir

I wait all morning for you to visit with my fingers buried in my snatch. At the sound of your car motor, I leap up and dry myself off. A knock sounds at the door. You come in, grab my shoulders and give me a rough kiss with lots of teeth and tongue. Your hand snakes down under my skirt, past my panties, to finger my clit. I am wet already. “Hike your skirt up,” you say calmly and shove me back