Fffuck—moaning so loud it vibrates through the cabinets. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist while he buries himself deep inside her asshole on the kitchen counter. She clings to the edge of the sink like she’s about to fall but doesn’t stop him—not even when cum starts dripping down her thigh. Pretends not to notice when a drawer creaks open too wide. Dirty whispers in her ear: ‘You’re such a bad mom for this’—she bites his shoulder and squeezes tighter. The faucet runs over their mess, washing away evidence... if anyone dared look.
