...and then she comes. Curvy blonde in a half-hiked skirt, legs spread wide on the countertop, nails digging into the wood. He slams into her from behind while she moans like someone’s listening—because they are. Her ass clenches around him as he spills inside, creamy ropes dripping down her thighs. She wipes at herself with a dish towel but doesn’t move off him yet. The whole time? Eye contact straight through the blinds.
