Bikini Bottoms And A Hard Cock On The Doorstep

Tiled floor, green and yellow bikini bottoms tangled around her thighs, the mature woman’s fingers work her pussy with slow, deliberate circles. Her other hand grips the counter edge, knuckles white as her breath hitches. The shirtless man in the doorway watches, his cock already hard in his hand, the glass of whiskey forgotten. She turns her head, locks eyes, and crooks a finger — come here. Cock in hand, he steps closer, the tile cold under her bare ass as he lines up and pushes in without warning. Tits bounce loose as he grips her hips, each thrust making the mirror above them rattle. She gasps, nails scraping the tiles, her bikini top long discarded somewhere in the chaos.