Didn’t expect the kitchen table to double as a fucking desk. Blonde MILF’s lips stretched around his dick like she’s been waiting years—raw, no prep. One hand tangled in his hair while the other clutches the countertop for balance. When she finally pulls off with a wet pop, her eyes flick toward the window where someone’s peeking. Switches gears mid-sentence: ‘You want it harder?’ She drops to her knees right there on the linoleum, legs splayed just enough for him to see how soaked she is between them. Tongue flicks up her own slit before wrapping back around his shaft—no gagging, just pure greed.
