MILF Kitchen Slut Takes It Rough on the Counter

She’s been doing this since before he was born. Blonde hair piled messy, mascara smudged from clawing at his back as she rides him bent over the kitchen counter. No hesitation—just pure, practiced hunger. Cock slides in smooth, her juices dripping down his balls every time she bounces. He tries to take control but she slaps his hands away, nails digging into his shoulders as she demands more speed. ‘Harder,’ she growls, voice rough with years of experience. When he finally flips her onto her back on the countertop—legs spread wide—she laughs like it’s a game they’ve played a thousand times before.