On a sunlit kitchen counter, Frances arches back while the tattooed tradie in a blue tank buries his face between her thighs, his hands gripping her orange shorts. She slides her top down, breasts glistening as he rises to kiss her hard, then lifts her onto him. Her head tips back, mouth open, as he takes her right there on the bench, every thrust rocking her body against the tiles.
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