‘Yeahhhh, just like that—harder!’ Her voice cracks with practiced need as she bends over that kitchen countertop, red bikini bottoms already stained dark. Orange juice drips down her cleavage while he lines up behind her—no foreplay needed after all these years. One hand on the counter for balance, one clawing at his ass to pull him deeper. ‘I’ve been waiting for this since noon,’ she moans between gasps when he finally bottoms out. The first shot hits her clit through thin fabric and she bucks back against him immediately; cum starts leaking down her thighs before they even make it past the sink.