Kitchen countertop, tiled backsplash reflecting her flushed face as she takes him deep. Lace thong barely covering anything while he slams into her pussy like she’s some kind of dirty secret. She pretends to wipe down plates but doesn’t stop grinding back—cracking pots in the background. Flips her onto the fridge door and pins both wrists above her head; cum drips down her thighs before either of them even realizes it’s happening.
