...didn’t expect to see this when you walked in: thick thighs wrapped around his waist as she rides him on the edge of the countertop, nails digging into his back like she’s marking territory. Stockings ripped at the seams from grabbing hold, panties already soaked before it even started. He pins those heavy tits together and fucks deeper—her breath hitches every time he bottoms out—and then flips her onto her stomach mid-thrust, yanking those stockings down just enough to bury himself balls-deep in that ass without warning.
