Big ol’ hands gripping the edge of a kitchen island, thick thighs splayed wide in sheer black lace. Lets out a breathy moan when he pulls those panties aside—flesh glistens under the overhead light. Cuts to: bent over with her ass high enough to make his dick thump against her slit every time he grips those hips. Then she turns around fast, shoves him back onto that cold countertop, legs wrapping tight around his waist while she grinds down hard enough to hear squelch. No foreplay needed after that. Just cock buried in creamy folds until both of them are dripping on each other.