Tan lines on thick thighs glisten under kitchen lights as she braces herself against the sink, ass in the air. Black lace straps dig into her shoulders but she doesn’t care—just another reminder of how many times she’s been here before. Cock slides deep with a wet thunk, hips rolling back to meet each thrust. She grips the countertop hard enough her knuckles whiten, nails leaving faint marks on laminate that’ll be there tomorrow morning too. When he flips her onto her back mid-slam, those heavy tits jiggle free from their confinement and bounce with every rough grind against the tile floor beneath them.