Kitchen countertop, no tablecloth—just raw wood and sweat-slicked skin. Cock buried deep in that thick pussy while she clings to the edge like a drowning woman. Ass slaps against the laminate; every thrust sends another gush of cream splattering onto his balls. Flips her over mid-thrust—her face pressed into the counter, mascara smeared into streaks of dirt from the floor tiles. Legs spread wider than any office chair could hold: cock hitches at the back entrance now, fingers digging into her hips as he pounds through it. She gags on spit when he pulls out fast enough to make her gag—but not fast enough to miss all that wetness pooling between them.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch