She wasn’t expecting company when the doorbell rang. One minute she’s fixing a drink, next he’s pinning her against the counter with that hungry look—no words, just hands yanking down pants like this was always gonna happen. His cock slides right in before she even finishes catching her breath. Tight as hell but taking it deeper every time he thrusts. Ass clenching around him while she whimpers into the couch cushions, fingers tangled in sheets as he fucks her from behind like there’s no tomorrow. Then—flip—and suddenly she’s on top, riding him hard enough to make the bedframe creak. No lube needed at first but by the third stretch? Yeah… things get messy fast.
