Peeked through the half-open door and saw it—his pants down, socks still on, cock already hard in her hand. She didn’t even try to hide it when he turned around mid-stroke. Bathroom tiles slick with water as she drops to her knees right there by the toilet bowl. Tongue swirls under his balls while one hand grips his ass like she owns him. The mirror fogs up but neither of them cares—just raw sucking noises mixing with heavy breathing until he grabs her hair and starts fucking that throat like this is their secret.
