Kitchen countertop replaced by an office chair—same greedy mouth, same heavy tits spilling over the fabric. Bent forward, ass up like she’s waiting for someone to bend her over again. Fingers digging into thighs as he pounds from behind. Switches to straddling him midway through—cock buried so deep you can see his balls slap against her clit. Ends with a face full of cum on that red polka-dot top while she wipes mascara off her cheeks.