She starts with his cock buried to the back of her throat, glasses fogged up from heavy breathing. Then she wipes her mouth—smirks—and climbs onto that cold marble counter like she owns it. Legs spread wide, tits jiggling as he slams into her from behind. Ass clenches around every thrust while she grips the edge like a lifeline. When he finally pulls out? She’s already turning around, knees hooked over his shoulders, riding him slow at first before speeding up until both of them are sweating through their clothes.