Dark hair pulled tight, the Egyptian maid grips the kitchen counter until her knuckles whiten. Skirt hikes up as she bends over, thighs parting just enough to take it raw. Cock pistons deep with every thrust, her belly pressing into the edge. A choked gasp escapes her lips as her hips roll back to meet each stroke. The window lets in enough light to catch the sheen on her skin as she grips the counter tighter, refusing to let him pull out.
