You let him inside your pussy

You hop onto a wooden worktable and spread your legs. You yank your skirt aside, and reveal your grey thighs, still glistening from the sweat of a hard day's work.

He doesn't take long to react. Coming closer, he starts fucking you with great strokes. You grip his shoulders. The table creaks beneath you with each thrust and movement of his hips. Nulfhils groans all the while, his warm, moist breath against your neck.

He fucks you hard. Deep. One large hand squeezing your breast through your blouse while the other holds your hip in place. The wet sound of sex and moans echo through the bakery, as Gris takes you right there on the worktable.

The quiet bakery filled with the wet sounds of sex and your soft, breathless moans as Gris took you right there on the worktable after closing.

After a while of this, he grips your hips tighter, and his thrusts become shorter and more brutal. Increasing twicefold in speed. He's nearing his climax. That you can tell.

“Where do you want it?” he asks, breath heavy.