Towel draped over the countertop, stockings half-rolled down—she didn’t expect anyone home when she bent over for that second helping. Then he walked in. Now his cock’s buried to the hilt while her tits bounce against the laminate, nails digging into wood like she’s marking territory. One hand reaches back, fingers brushing his thigh before guiding him deeper. The first load hits her throat mid-swallow; cum drips down her chin as she wipes it away with a grin that says you’re not supposed to be here. Second round? She flips around on all fours without warning, ass up like an invitation you can’t refuse—this time taking it raw until the sink overflows.
