up slowly. "Don’t," you say, more firmly. "We don’t have time." Your dress is up, over your ass, you feel my cock pressing into you. I reach around, cupping your tits over the fabric. You are not wearing a bra. I squeeze the nipples and you moan, pushing your hands on the counter to brace yourself. "No time," you try again, without much fight. I reach my hand down, tugging at your panties, slipping them down to your thighs. You instinctively spread your legs as I press into