She didn’t even knock first—just pushed the door open and backed into him, already dripping. Thick thighs trembling as she rides him on the bathroom counter, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s been waiting months to get caught. No foreplay, just raw hunger—cock buried deep while she whispers ‘fuck me harder’ like someone might walk in any second. Stockings ripped halfway through when he flips her over and slams that ass until the mirror fogs up.
