I know

I feel you approach

you are behind me

hands on my shoulders, sliding my robe down my back

hands on my hips pulling me to my feet

hands pushing my chair away and then leaning me forward

hands bending me over my desk

feet sliding mine apart, widening me

hardness nudging at my entrance from behind

My breath caught in my throat

gasps as something big and hard penetrates me

I feel you inside me

Not invited, but not unwanted

I feel my vagina stretched, almost to its limit

I feel my depth pushed as you bottom out, your testicles dancing just behind my opening

My gasps echo around the conservatory accompanying the rather crude slaps as your pubis crashes against me

my gasps get louder

my breaths slower

I feel your pulse tick

you press in hard, harder and deeper and you hold

I feel your ejaculation, your spurts fill me

you gasp your completion

my knees sag as my orgasm erupts, squeezing your penis, ejecting you from me

A splut from the floor as your cream drips from my gaping vagina

The cool air rushes inside me, making me gasp again.

I look out the garden and reflected in the glass I see you move back and leave

once more I am alone

a drip from within me and a growing puddle beneath me the only visible signs that you were here

but I know.

I have a swollen and open vagina.

I know that you were here.