Black dress hiked up to her waist, stockings rolled down just enough to expose her thick thighs. She grips the sink edge, ass pushed back, while he lines up behind her. First thrusts are slow, testing the fit, but soon he’s pounding deep with wet slaps echoing off the tile. Her moans mix with the sound of skin hitting skin, breath hitching each time he bottoms out. When she arches back, her tits sway free against the sink’s edge, nipples brushing the cold porcelain. He flips her onto her back on the narrow counter, legs pinned open, and drives in until her heels dig into his ass. The stall door rattles with every thrust, her dress riding up higher as her body tenses.
