Pink dress rides up as fingers work her open—already wet, already greedy. She spreads wider when he stands up, ass in the air against cold laminate. One hand on the wall for balance, one reaching back to pull him closer as he slams into her from behind. Her nails dig into wood; his balls slap against her swollen lips with every thrust. When he flips her onto the countertop, thighs quivering around his waist, she wraps those legs tight and doesn’t let go—not even when cum starts dripping down her crack and onto that creased belly.