Backstage with Sadie Swede

Sadie knocked on Jerry's door, asking for sugar. She wanted more than that, and the way she moved said so. He let her in and offered a fresh cup instead, so she followed him to the kitchen. A quick twist of her shoulders made her heavy breasts sway, the thin top clinging with each step. His eyes caught the motion and held. She leaned against the counter, coffee untouched, watching him watch her. One slow breath, then another, and the tension snapped. Clothes came off. She sank to her knees, took him in her mouth until he pulled her up and bent her over the table. He drove into her hard, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet room. Her tits swung beneath her with every thrust, and he reached around to grab them, squeezing until she gasped. When he flipped her onto her back, he pushed deep again, her legs hooked over his arms. She came first, loud and shaking. He followed seconds later, finishing across her chest in thick ropes that slid between her breasts. Coffee cooled on the counter while they caught their breath.