Blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders as she peels off her blouse, stockings hugging thighs. Fingers circle her wet pussy lips before sliding inside, her back arching against the counter edge. He grips her hips and lines up, cock pressing against her entrance. Doggy-style on the kitchen floor, ass bouncing with every thrust, thighs trembling. Wet slaps echo off the cabinets while she gasps between moans—one hand gripping the edge, the other clawing at the tile. Thick tits swing free, mascara running as she loses herself in the pounding. He pulls out just long enough to flip her onto her back, legs hooked over his arms as he drives in again—no mercy, just raw fucking.
