A View Of Her Plumbing

Mark steps into the kitchen and stops cold. Laura is on all fours under the sink, ass high, the thin fabric of her clothes clinging to every curve. He watches her hips shift as she tightens the final bolt. She backs out, hair falling across her face, and smiles when she sees the way he stares. The sink works now, she says; she taught herself with a video. Now she wants something else from him. She turns, pulls her pants down, and leans over the counter. Mark frees his cock, presses the slick head to her puckered rim, and eases inside. Laura exhales, pressing back until he fills her completely. He grips her hips and starts to fuck her ass in steady strokes, her natural tits swaying with every thrust. She reaches down, fingers her clit, and moans when his thumb slides in beside his cock to stretch her further. The rhythm quickens until Mark’s breath grows ragged and he empties himself deep in her ass, leaving her dripping and satisfied on the kitchen floor.