Just a Quickie Before Work

Shalina stands before the tall mirror, tracing her hands over her tits and hips. She likes what she sees. Black heels, sheer lingerie, a tight black skirt and a fitted vest. She turns once, heels clicking, then heads for the kitchen. She pours coffee, slides toast onto a plate, flips through a folder of papers. Kristof comes up behind her, hands sliding under the vest. He cups her breasts through the lace, thumbs her nipples until they stiffen. The papers fall to the counter. He pushes the vest off her shoulders, unhooks the bra, and lets her heavy tits spill free. She gasps when his fingers slip under the tiny skirt, past the thong, straight into her cunt. He pumps two fingers deep, then pulls them out glistening and slides one lower, pressing against her ass. She spreads for him. He works the finger in, slow and steady, until her hole relaxes around it. Kristof frees his cock, spits on the head, and pushes inside her ass. Shalina grips the counter, heels planted wide. He fucks her in short, hard strokes, one hand still buried between her legs, rubbing her clit. She comes with a sharp cry, legs shaking, ass clenching around him. He follows seconds later, pulsing deep inside her while she pants against the marble.