Bent over the table feeling him in my stomach

I bent over the kitchen table the second he got home, still wearing my cream sweater and those sheer lace panties I knew drove him crazy. I needed him right now, no foreplay, no talking. His hands grip my ass hard, spreading me open as I feel his thick cock push deep from behind. Every thrust hits so far inside I swear I can feel him in my stomach, making my back arch and my mouth fall open in a needy moan. I push back against him, clenching tight, owning how wet and desperate I am for this exact moment. My body rocks with each powerful stroke, the table creaking under us while my moans grow louder. This is why I waited all day, dripping at the thought of him filling me like this.