That look on Tiffany’s face says she’s done this before—and better. Legs spread wide over a kitchen island, back arched like she owns the place, which she does when his cock stretches her pussy. Fingers tangled in that golden blonde hair, lips parted for air but not for words—just breathy little whimpers as he slams home again and again. The way her tits jiggle with every thrust? That’s experience talking. She knows how to take it, how to give it back even harder when he flips her onto the stove top next, thighs shaking under his grip. Messy cum later won’t be the first time.