She didn’t expect anyone watching when she bent over that countertop, ass high for easy access. Tits bouncing against stainless steel while he slams home. Then—flips her onto her back mid-thrust, legs pinned open wider than they’ve ever been. Thick thighs trembling as he buries himself again and again. The creak of wood under their weight tells you this isn’t rehearsed; it’s raw hunger.
