Her face is half-buried in the countertop, cheek pressed against the laminate as she moans through clenched teeth. Eyes locked onto him like a woman who’s done this before—way too many times to count. Stockings ripped at the thigh where his fingers dig in, leaving marks no foundation can hide. He pins her wrists above her head with one hand while the other grips a handful of saggy tit, thumb rolling over a nipple gone hard from being manhandled. She gasps when he pulls out just enough to tease before shoving back in—deep enough to make her gag on air between pants.