Fuck Me Now

She wipes the counters and his scent hits her again. Every smudge on the glass, every chair pushed out of place drags her straight back to the nights he bent her over that same table. Ashley Aleigh can still feel the grip of his hands in her hair, the stretch of his thick cock pushing past her lips until tears slid down her cheeks. He took what he wanted and she gave it, again and again, her mouth, her throat, the rest of her, no matter who walked by. He was the kind of man who didn’t ask twice. In 2020 the scenes kept coming, him calling, her showing up, the door barely shut before he had her on her knees. She finishes cleaning but the memory stays. He is still in the room even when he isn’t.