
Derrick shows up ready to swing a hammer and Kayla wastes zero time bending over the sawhorse. She’s got that needy glint in her eye, the one that screams she’ll take dick anytime, anywhere, and he clocks it instantly. Before the first measurement’s even marked he’s buried in her, pumping her pussy while she rattles off the list of shelves they still need to hang. They talk load-bearing walls with his load buried balls-deep, swap jokes about stud spacing while he swaps positions and rails her against the new cabinets. She moans, he grunts approval, and every time one task’s done another hole’s wide open. For both of them it’s carpentry porn come to life—tools out, clothes optional, work getting finished only when the orgasms are.
Derrick shows up ready to swing a hammer and Kayla wastes zero time bending over the sawhorse. She’s got that needy glint in her eye, the one that screams she’ll take dick anytime, anywhere, and he clocks it instantly. Before the first measurement’s even marked he’s buried in her, pumping her pussy while she rattles off the list of shelves they still need to hang. They talk load-bearing walls with his load buried balls-deep, swap jokes about stud spacing while he swaps positions and rails her against the new cabinets. She moans, he grunts approval, and every time one task’s done another hole’s wide open. For both of them it’s carpentry porn come to life—tools out, clothes optional, work getting finished only when the orgasms are.