Kitchen counter, thighs parted wide, she bends forward and lets him in deep. Stripes cling to her back as his cock pistons between her cheeks, each thrust making the cabinets rattle. Her fingers whiten around the counter edge while her ass clenches around him, hungry for every inch. When he flips her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, the counter groans under their weight. Wet slap of skin echoes off the tiles as he drives home, her tits bouncing with every rock-hard pump until the first thick ropes paint her belly.