Kitchen countertop, white underwear clinging to her thighs while his hands grip her hips like a vise. Ass spread wide for the thickest cock she’s ever taken—no lube needed. Deep anal slams that make the cabinets rattle. She moans into the towel but can’t hide how wet she gets when he pulls out with a wet smack. ‘You’re gonna cum again,’ he growls before shoving back in without warning. Bent over stove, oven door left open like an invitation. His fingers dig into her waist as he slams home harder than breakfast prep ever did. Steam from the pot mixes with her ragged breathing—someone could walk in any second and catch them mid-thrust.
