Fingers dig into the countertop as the redhead arches back, thighs trembling while she rubs herself raw on the granite. The kitchen lights glint off her sweat-slick skin as she moans into the empty room, cock-hungry and barely able to wait. A shadow looms behind her, hands clamping down on her hips before she’s flipped onto her back and spread wide across the breakfast nook. He doesn’t waste time, cock sliding in deep as her pussy clenches around him, nails clawing at the cabinets. Kitchen sounds fill the air—thuds of skin slapping, her breathy gasps, the clatter of a dropped spoon forgotten on the floor. How long can she hold out before her legs give out completely?
