Counter edge digs into her belly as she bends forward, skirt hiked up and panties aside while he grips her hips and slides his cock deep into her pussy with firm strokes. Kitchen tiles cool under her heels, apron bunched around her waist, as sweat beads on her skin during the steady railing that makes her thighs quiver. She squats low on the floor later, legs splayed wide with his shaft buried between her lips, hands stroking the base while her tongue works the tip in tight circles. Fridge hums nearby, her ponytail swings with each bob of her head, saliva dripping down as she gulps him deeper until her cheeks hollow out. He stands over her, fingers tangled in her hair, pushing steady while her mature body rocks back into the rhythm without pause.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch