Wrinkled fingers dig into hips as this no-nonsense cashier bends him over the glass countertop. Stockings ridden up to her thighs, heels digging in—she’s got that ‘you’re lucky I’m letting you cum here’ smirk while pounding his cock with practiced precision. Hair pulled back tight so it doesn’t get in her face during those brutal thrusts. When he tries to flip her? She pins both wrists above her head with one hand and keeps riding like a fucking steamroller. The plastic bins behind them creak under their weight as she grinds down hard enough to make his toes curl.