

Harry’s view: Catherine is bent in front of him on the white countertop, bathroom lamp warm against her skin. Her legs are hooked under his hips; every thrust drives him all the way in, pelvis flush to hers. Her full tits bounce hard, nipples tight, the motion rippling up her chest with each impact. Her thighs and ass recoil in response to his fast Doggystyle fucking with his 7 inch cock. She’s already close and screaming in orgasm—her breath hitches, fingers clawing the counter. Suddenly her back arches forward. Harry’s low grunt rips out as his cock throbs, swells, and starts to pulse. Thick heat surges into her; a creamy ring forms around his shaft, a little pearl of cum already slipping out on the next thrust. He doesn’t slow. He keeps pounding—long, heavy strokes that bottom out every time. Each time his cock kisses her deepest point another spurt jets into her, and she answers with a sharp, delighted cry that melts into a moan. Her tits slap upward again, her grip on the counter whitening her knuckles. Harry’s voice is a broken rasp. “Fuck—Catherine—take it.” He feels every squeeze of her coming around him, milking each new surge. Cum froths at her entrance, streaking down her ass as he drives it deeper, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the bathroom walls. She’s still shaking, still gasping, still gripping, still wanting every drop he has left to give.