Stepsister Gets Rough Doggy Style and a Facial in the Kitchen

She walks in on him mid-morning, barefoot in nothing but his loosened robe, the smell of coffee thick in the air. His back is to her, muscles tense from last night’s workout, and when she hesitates at the doorway, he turns slowly, eyes dark with a smirk. She doesn’t resist as he grips her hips, spins her against the counter, and pulls her back onto him with a sharp tug. The kitchen hums with heat, her nails scraping the marble as he takes her hard and deep, breath ragged against her neck. Later, with her pressed flush against the stove, he finally lets go, thick ropes of release painting her flushed thighs and the floor beneath as she collapses against him, trembling from the force of it.