Her bikini top rides up fast when his hands grip her hips like she’s already his. Kitchen counters turn into a fucking slab as he slams into her from behind, no prep, no slow build—just raw, greedy dick work. She moans louder than she should when his fingers dig into her waist and yank her back against each stroke. Spanks land before the first cumshot even hits the floor. Ass reddening under his palm matches how flushed her tits get with every deep plunge. Hair pulled so tight it hurts? Good—because this isn’t foreplay; it’s a lesson in who owns what between these walls. No mercy for either of them by the time he flips her over and buries himself inside again.
