Silver-haired in a maid uniform with the apron barely staying on, she presses her thick thighs together before sliding her fingers between them. Kitchen tiles cold against her knees, she arches back and moans low while Peter Green watches from the doorway. His hands clamp down on her hips as he yanks her ass to the edge of the couch, cock already hard and glistening. She gasps when he shoves it in deep, her spine curving as he pounds slow and deliberate. Thick thighs tremble around his waist while he grips her ass cheeks apart, stretching her open with every thrust. Violet Gems rides the edge of control, her breath coming in short bursts before she collapses back onto the cushions, spent.
