She didn’t expect company when she bent over that kitchen counter—stockings ripped halfway up her thighs, ass already wet. The second he walks in, she turns those hungry eyes toward him and begs, voice shaking: ‘Please… I need it rough.’ No foreplay—just hands gripping hips while he slams into her from behind. Her nails dig into the wood as cum floods deep inside. Then she flips onto her back on the tabletop like a naughty student caught after hours.
