Tan lines on her inner thighs from stockings. The bathroom mirror fogs up as Evelyn leans back, ass hovering over his lap. One hand grips the edge of the tub while he stretches her wider—her pussy already dripping down his shaft. No lube needed when it’s this tight. She whimpers every time he bottoms out, nails digging into porcelain like she’s fighting not to scream. Then—flipped onto her knees with those perfect tits pressed flat against the tiles, cheeks flushed and gasping as he takes what wasn’t invited but won’t be denied.
