Boss didn’t even wait for the door to lock. Maid still had her uniform skirt hiked up before his belt hit the floor—thick cock already leaking, desperate to bury himself inside that tight little body without warning. She’s on all fours over the sink, knuckles white as he yanks her ass back by shove, no foreplay needed. First stroke splits her open like she was made for this exact moment. No teasing, no buildup—just raw hunger from both of them. Her tits bounce against the countertop every time he slams into her deeper, and you can hear how wet she gets with each thrust.
