Kitchen countertop, tiled backsplash reflecting the overhead light as she grinds down on him like it’s nothing. Apron still tied around her waist but forgotten mid-motion. His hands grip those heavy tits through her thin blouse, fingers digging into soft flesh while he pounds from behind. She knew someone was watching when she left that window cracked—just enough to breathe in fresh air and forget about him downstairs for five minutes. Now his cum leaks out of her pussy onto the cutting board where tomatoes were supposed to go.
