Kitchen Creampie Turns Into Rough Couch Sex

Kitchen counter. Blonde woman in red top grips his shoulders as he types. She leans in, lips brush his neck, then grips his waist and pulls him up. He pushes her onto the couch—legs splayed, she wraps thighs around him. His hands dig into her hips as he pounds her, her hair cascading over the floral cushion. She moans low, sweat dripping, as he thrusts deep. Her hands clutch his arms, nails digging, until he flips her onto her back. Her legs scissor his waist, her hips rocking faster. The bedframe groans as she rides him hard, her breath ragged. He grips her thighs, holding her still, as she screams his name. The kitchen lights flicker behind them, casting shadows on the counter.