That blonde’s been playing this game too long—collar locked, panting through every thrust like she’s got nothing left but practice. Back arched over the stove, tits bouncing off the countertop. One hand grabs his thigh, nails digging in while she takes it deeper than last time. Then flip—hair down, ass still up and waiting for whatever next move comes next. Throat opens wide when he pulls out; tongue lolls out like she tastes cum already. Kitchen tiles get splattered by the end.