Pressed hard, up against coarse bare brick, rugged unfinished masonry abrades against the soft flesh of your behind.

You feel the unforgiving roughness digging in through the fabric of your short skirt. His hands come tugging, hurriedly heaving at the hem, hitching your tight skirt higher, up off your thighs, shoving the ruffled cloth onto your hips.

You hoist your thighs high, reaching for his waist, wrapping your legs tighter around him, feeling your knickers shred against this roughened fuck.