Skirt still on, throat gripped the second she got home

She came home from work still wearing that tiny pleated skirt and tight white tee, but he didn't even let her change. The second they hit the stone floor he had her on all fours, skirt flipped up, pounding her hard from behind while one strong hand gripped her throat. Her heavy tits swing free with every thrust, nipples hard, her mouth dropping open in a loud gasp as pleasure overtakes her. Right now she's clenching around his thick cock, eyes fluttering, tongue slipping out as she rocks back to meet him. The wet slap of skin echoes while she milks him with controlled dominance, taking exactly what she needs after a long day.