Butt Works - Part 4

She comes home after a day in the sun, skin warm, body still damp. Grabs both of her heavy tits just to feel how full they are, and then she bends over the kitchen counter without even kicking off her flip-flops. I watch her peach-shaped ass rise and give it a slow, filthy grin. Strip the skimpy bikini bottoms right down those thighs. My cock’s already out, hard, jutting. I slap it once against her cheek to watch it jiggle. Lube runs down my shaft, glistens between those cheeks, and then I shove forward. Tight, furnace-hot ass wraps around every inch as I push in. She groans, presses back. I grab the flare of her hips, draw back till just the head stays inside, then drive all the way in so my balls smack her pussy. Her tits swing below the countertop every time I slam her. I keep one hand flat between her shoulder blades, push her face a little closer to the marble while my hips hammer faster. She stretches and whines and takes every inch. I can’t last long like that. Her ass is milking me. A few more rough thrusts, and I bury myself balls-deep, pulse, and shoot hot cum so deep in her ass it’s a wonder she isn’t glowing when I pull out.