Note - this was happened few days ago and we were almost get caught.🫣

The cold, unforgiving kitchen counter was a familiar stage for their raw passion, its hard surface a stark contrast to Payal's yielding flesh. Parth had just finished an intense round, Payal's legs still wrapped around his waist, her back arched against the unyielding marble. Her pussy throbbed, slick and swollen, still clenching around his spent, yet still hard, cock. Her cries had been brutal, echoing off the cabinets, a symphony of her surrender.