Fuck her hot little pussy on the kitchen table

She straddled the counter, skirt hiked up, moaning as he slammed into her from behind—doggystyle on the greasy linoleum. Her pussy soaked the edge of the table as he gripped her hips, growling, ‘You want it rough, morrita?’ She screamed yes, legs shaking, tits bouncing, every thrust splashing juice across the cutting board. No one’s home. Just her, him, and the smell of spice and sweat.