Bent over the kitchen counter in sheer stockings and a pink thong, Julia Fit’s tattooed ass is on full display as he grabs her hips hard. She’s already soaked, moaning before he even sinks in. The first thrust is brutal—she gasps, head slamming back against the cabinet as he rams her without warning. He doesn’t slow down; she’s taking every inch with her legs spread wide across the countertop. Then it shifts—he flips her onto the floor, face down on the tile, pulling that thong aside to slam into her again from behind. Her hair whips wildly as she screams into the carpet. Back up on the counter now, she’s riding him backwards, grinding hard while he grips her tits and pulls her hair. Every angle is raw—the camera catches sweat dripping down her spine as she arches for more. Final position: flat on her back, legs pinned up high while he pounds deeper than before until she’s screaming through it all. This isn’t gentle—it’s filthy, loud, and completely unfiltered.
