Kitchen counter. Red hair cascading over shoulders. She straddles him, bouncing up and down with each thrust. His hands grip her hips tight. Legs shaking, mouth open wide in ecstasy. The counter creaks under their weight. She turns sideways, taking it from a different angle. Throat fucking scene. She gags slightly but keeps going. The sound of skin slapping fills the air. His balls deep in her throat. She swallows every drop. Facial at the end. She looks up, eyes glazed, as he cums on her face.
