Didn’t expect to see her like this—mask pulled down just enough so you can make out the purple lace over swollen lips, tongue darting out like she knows someone’s watching. Fingers already slick as she leans against the wall, hips rocking with every breath. The door creaks open wider when she hears your footsteps; doesn’t even flinch, just smirks and pulls you in by your belt before that same hand slips between her thighs. No teasing now—just raw, greedy need as those masked eyes lock onto yours.
