She knew someone was there. Caught mid-moan with her cheek pressed against the bathroom tiles, thighs trembling. Blue rubber ducky forgotten on the tank while her hands grip for balance. First finger fucks herself slow, then two—eyes locked on your reflection like she’s daring you to stop watching. Then comes that sound—wet suction as she lowers herself onto something thick behind her. Ass clenches around it, hips rocking too fast for a first time. Mirror fogs from breath but not before you catch it: that smirk when he spanks her thigh hard enough to make her whimper.
