Robe barely clinging to her shoulders as the door locks behind them. No time for protests—just a hand yanking the tie loose, fabric pooling at her feet before she even knows what’s happening. Red hair spills over his forearm as he pins her down, fingers digging into hips hard enough to leave marks. She tries to twist away but the kitchen counter edge digs in too deep. Cock already wet against her ass crack, teasing before slamming home with zero hesitation. Muffled screams hit the cabinets as he works that thick shaft in and out of something tight and desperate. Blindfold? Irrelevant when every thrust makes those heavy tits jiggle like they’re about to spill over his shoulder blades.
