Curvy MILF in Kitchen Stockings Gets Pounded Hard

She was just making dinner when he walked in—thick thighs hugging those fishnet stockings, hair piled messy on top of her head like she didn’t care who saw. One look at his cock and she smirked, leaning back against the counter with that practiced ease only an older woman knows. ‘You gonna stand there all day or fuck me while I cook?’ Hands grip her hips before he even answers. First thrust has her gasping, legs wrapping tight around his waist as he pins her down. Counter creaks under their weight but neither cares—her tits bounce free from some half-unbuttoned blouse while his belt buckle digs into soft skin between thrusts.