She’s his wife but pretends not to notice when he walks in—red hair down, black panties soaked through. Caught off guard by him standing there with his shirt off, tats flexing. She turns slow like she wants this. Flips her around mid-thrust and pins her against the fridge while he growls in her ear: ‘You knew I was watching.’ Cock buried so deep it hits her throat when she tries to beg for more. Knocks over a bowl of fruit before flipping her onto all fours again—ass cheeks jiggling as he grabs handfuls of tit while fucking from behind.
