Bent over the speckled countertop with pink leggings accenting her curves, the brunette wife takes it from behind as he drives home each thrust. Hands clamp down on her hips while she strains to meet his pace; knuckles white against her skin. Her tattooed arm stretches out for balance, fingers digging into the cool marble surface of the counter as he pounds relentlessly into her wet pussy—a wild look flashes across her face before she lets out a primal scream. He shifts positions, lifting one leg to pin her higher; cock buried deep within her tight canal – barely fitting all of it at once – until she’s gasping for air between each stroke.
