Splat right on the medical posters—her tits bouncing off his chest as he slams into her from behind. Mask slips, lips part like she forgot how to breathe. Then up on elbows, legs wrapped tight around his waist while cum gushes down her thighs. Stockings snagged on the metal armrest, no time for subtlety. Flips her onto the countertop with a grunt, fingers digging into those hips like he’s marking territory. Redhead moans through it all, voice muffled by that damn mask but body screaming louder. Doesn’t even wipe herself clean afterward—just wipes at mascara streaks while pretending to straighten supplies.
