'Didn't mean for anyone to see.' Purple silk clings to sweaty skin as she leans against the dresser mirror, ass pressed back into nothing. A hand slides down between thick thighs—no panties left behind after last night’s mess. Shawl drifts off shoulders with every slow breath; hips roll like she's dancing just for whoever might be peeking through the crack in the door. 'Shouldn’t have walked by,' whispers voice that sounds guilty but doesn’t stop.
