She knew someone was watching. Redhead bent over the kitchen sink, ass up like she’s been waiting for this all day. First a slow grind against his cock, then full-on pounding with water running behind them—she doesn’t care who hears. Hands grip the edge of the counter as he slams deeper, her nails digging into laminate. When she turns around for a kiss mid-thrust? That’s when you realize this wasn’t an accident.
