A Quickie

He is home for lunch,
standing at front the door.
I turn to look at him,
and walked across the floor.

He kisses me quick,
and turns me around.
My skirt flies up,
his zipper the only sound.

My stomach hits the couch,
my legs are then spread.
He enters and starts to pound,
I feel everything from his balls to his head.

I hear behind me,
harsh grunts and moans
My hand reaches down
and I add my own.

Laying down upon me,
making me feel all sweet.
He whispers in my ear,
now go make something to eat.