Raylene's Dirty Work - Part 5

Evie drops the bacon on the plate and bends right over the counter. I step up behind her, spit on my hand, rub my cock once, and shove straight into that warm, wet hole. Her cunt grips me like a fist. I grab her hips and drive every inch in, balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She moans loud, pushing back, taking it deeper. The pace gets mean fast—wet sounds echo off the kitchen tile. She’s dripping down my shaft now, soaking the floor. I pound until her knees buckle and her pretty little pussy spasms around me. I keep going until I’m buried, blowing my load deep where I’m meant to be.