She washes her back with slow strokes, water sluicing down creamy thighs—until she feels eyes on her. Turns just enough to see him standing there in his boxers, cock already stiffening through fabric. Pretends not to notice while reaching for a washcloth but drops it when he steps closer. No words needed between them; she backs against the sink mirror as he shoves his hand inside her panties from behind. Fingers dig deep while she braces herself on the countertop, tits pressing against cold porcelain. Then she spins around, grabs his wrist and guides him forward—mouth open like she’s been waiting years for this forbidden moment. Cock hits home hard as steam fogs up the glass.
