She catches him staring first—smirks like she knows exactly what he wants. Blouse gapes open just enough to show saggy tits and a belly that jiggles when she moves. No warning needed; she turns around, presses her ass back against his groin while wiping flour off her hands on his shirt. First thrust sends a moan through clenched teeth—‘Fuck yes’—then it’s all grunts and wet slaps as he buries himself deep. Hands grip the counter edge for leverage, knuckles white. When she arches back, thighs quivering, you see how well-practiced this is—the way her pussy clenches around him every time he bottoms out. Cum shoots so hard it splatters the backs of her thighs before dripping down.