She was starving for it. The moment he walked in, she didn’t even pretend to stop—just grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into that kiss like they’d been waiting years. Skirt hiked up mid-suck, tits pressed against his chest as he fucked her mouth sloppy. When she finally pushed him away, legs shaking, it wasn’t enough—she needed more. Back arched over the kitchen island, ass in the air while he buried himself deep between those thick thighs until every crevice was dripping.
