Just a Quickie Before Work

Shalina stands buck-naked in front of her full-length mirror, cupping her heavy tits and tracing the soft curve of her waist with both palms. She slides into sky-high black heels, snaps a black lace thong between her cheeks, and wriggles into a micro skirt that barely covers the goods. The matching vest clings tight, nipples already poking through the thin fabric. Breakfast is nothing fancy—just coffee, toast, a quick scan of work notes spread across the counter—when Kristof strolls in with morning wood pitching his boxers. She clocks the bulge, smirks, and drops to her knees right there on the kitchen tile. Toast goes cold while she swallows him down in long, wet strokes, lipstick smearing his shaft. He grabs a fistful of hair, fucks her throat till spit runs down her chin, then yanks her up, bends her over the counter, and slams into her from behind, skirt shoved to her waist, heels scraping the floor. The papers flutter off as he pounds her deep, her moans mixing with the slap of skin until he fills her pussy and leaves her dripping down her thighs—both of them late and grinning like idiots.