I’m a sexy mommy standing at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables, but when I feel his heavy hand slam onto my ass…oh…I’m his special girl again. He doesn’t say a word; he just grips my cheek and squeezes hard, bruising the skin. I gasp, my body instantly reacting to the sudden claim. He spins me around, shoving me flat against the granite. He rips my skirt up to my waist, exposing my lace panties, and doesn’t bother to move them—he just tears the fabric aside with one violent tug.
“Yesss, Daddy…please…’
He unzips his fly, his thick cock springing out, already leaking. He doesn’t ask; he just grabs my hips and rams himself into me from behind in one brutal thrust. I scream, my face pressed against the cold stone, as he bottoms out inside me. He starts hammering into me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. Every hit is a shock, his weight crushing me into the counter. I’m just a toy to him, a piece of meat he uses whenever the urge hits, and as he fucks me raw in the middle of the afternoon, I can only moan and take every inch of him





