Story time.

She cornered him in the dim kitchen, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, eyes burning with raw hunger.
“Been watching you grow hard for weeks, sweetheart,” she purred, pressing her heavy breasts against his chest.
In seconds she was bent over the counter, skirt hiked, moaning like a bitch in heat. He gripped his hips and slammed into her dripping cunt, savage, relentless.
She clawed the marble, screaming, “Harder, fuck me like an animal!”
He did—pounding, growling—until she shattered around him, milking every thick spurt deep inside her greedy womb.