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In a stark, unyielding kitchen, a voice breaks the silence, "Is that a quartz countertop or are you happy to see me?" A man, his cock straining against his jeans, turns to face the woman. "You're happy to see me," she smirks. He pushes her against the cold stone, his hands grabbing her ass, fingers finding her asshole. She moans as he teases her, then unzips, his cock springing free. He slides in, his thickness stretching her ass, fucking her with raw, animalistic hunger. The countertop, unfeeling, bears witness to their carnal sin.