Bedroom window cracked open just enough to see. Pink lace panties soaked through, thighs clamped around an unseen cock. She pretends to adjust the shower curtain but keeps one hand pressed against the glass—you’re watching. Flips onto all fours on that same bed where she ‘just got done washing’ and takes it deep from behind. The mirror fogs up when she starts moaning too loud. No lights off, no curtains drawn—she knew someone was peeking at her thick thighs spread over those striped sheets. Vibrator forgotten on the nightstand when he walked in unexpectedly. Now? Just two hands gripping each hip while he fucks her slow like this is their secret.
