Thick thighs spread wide on the kitchen countertop, black lace ripped off mid-thrust. Her heavy tits bounce with every slam of his hips into that snug little asshole—she gasps but doesn’t stop him. Didn’t expect someone was watching from down the hall. Pretends to wipe a tear from her eye while he grunts behind her, fingers digging into those perfect globes. One hand grabs her hair hard enough to make her whimper when he finally flips her onto all fours—cock still buried deep inside. Voice hitching like she knows exactly what she’s doing wrong: ‘Fuck me harder… don’t stop.
