She’s got that look—eyes half-lidded, lips parted like she’s about to moan before he even touches her. Dark hair messy, tits jiggling as she leans over the kitchen counter, fingers gripping the edge like it’s keeping her upright. First thrust and she gasps, back arching just right—that’s how you take a cock when you’ve been doing this since your son was in diapers. Ass up high, thighs quivering every time he buries himself deep inside her. Then she pushes back harder than him, grinding until his balls slap against her pussy. When he flips her onto the countertop? Oh hell.