Rayveness needs Saturday night sex

Rayveness skips Saturday night plans and stays home with her guy. They get hungry for something else. He bends her over the kitchen counter while she begs for it—no slow build. Two fingers slide deep into her wet pussy, stretching and teasing while he talks dirty and works her open. The cold tile presses against her nipples. Her hips rock back, greedy. He pulls his fingers out slick, lines up, and slams his cock in with one long thrust. Skin slaps skin as he fucks her hard right there, her cunt gripping every stroke, clit throbbing from the friction against the counter edge, and she’s coming loud enough the neighbors could hear if they cared.