Kitchen counter bears her weight as the blonde lies flat with legs dangling, her round ass lifted while he stands behind in jeans and grips her hips firmly before sliding in deep. Pale cheeks part under his hands, body rocking steady with every pump that folds her frame against the wood cabinets nearby. Does that parsimonious pussy of Giselle Palmer grip him just right, or does she open wide for the full length? She twists her blonde locks across the surface, toes curling on the floor as he leans over her back and picks up speed relentlessly. Sweat builds on skin while the rhythm turns raw, her form quivering until he pulls out for the finish right there on the countertop.