Peeking through the crack of the half-open door while she ‘scrubs pots’—her back arched over the counter, tits pressed against it as he slams into her from behind. No lube needed, just raw hunger. Hair yanked back so she can watch him fuck her tight hole in the kitchen mirror. When he flips her onto the couch, those heavy tits bounce with every thrust—no panties left after that first rough ride. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Just bit down harder on his shoulder and whispered ‘fuck me like you hate me’ between moans.
