Didn’t mean to walk in but there she was—full tits bouncing, ass up on the countertop while he buried himself inside. She knew someone was watching. Legs shaking against the cabinets, nails raked down his back like a warning or an invitation. Catches herself when he pulls out and wipes cum from her lips with a smirk. ‘You weren’t supposed to see that,’ she whispers—but doesn’t move away. Flips him onto his stomach right there on the linoleum floor. The creak of chairs pushed aside mixes with wet slaps of skin hitting skin.
