Peeked through the window just as he caught her mid-beg: ‘Please… harder.’ Snow falling outside but the kitchen is steaming with need. She’s already wet from teasing him earlier, now spread open over the counter while he pins her down by those thick thighs. No foreplay left—just raw thrusts that make her nails dig into wood until his balls slap against her clit. Then she turns around, legs wrapped tight around his waist like she’s afraid someone might walk in… because they shouldn’t be seeing this.
