Road Queen #24

On November 9th 2012 he fucked the damn sense out of her, right against the cold kitchen counter. Pants shoved to her ankles, ass bare and curved, pussy slick and spread wide around his thick cock. He drove in hard from behind, smacking skin against skin with every thrust, gripping her hips like she’d break if he let go. She moaned so loud he slammed a hand over her mouth and told her to stay quiet unless she wanted everyone hearing how soaked she got for him. Her juices ran down his balls with every stroke, dripping onto the tile while he pounded deeper and harder, bruising her thighs and leaving finger marks in her skin.