Kitchen counter edge—ass up, thighs quivering as he pounds deep. She grips the cabinets so hard knuckles whiten. Then flip—legs wrapped tight around his waist mid-air before they crash onto the couch cushions. Tits spill over his shoulders while she rides him raw, nails digging into his back like claw marks. No finesse left by now—just sweat-slick skin and desperate grunts. He yanks her hips up for anal next; stretch marks ripple with every thrust until she collapses under him, cum dripping down her ass crack. Final act? Face-down on that same couch while he fucks her mouth like it’s payback time.
