She knew someone was watching. Bent over the tub edge, ass up for him while pretending to adjust water temperature. Then she turns—wet lips parted, fingers already slick with arousal—and pulls him down by the collar. He’s younger than dirt under her nails, but she rides him like a fucking throne. Tits bouncing, thighs clamping tight around his waist as she moans low enough that only you hear it through the steam. Flips him onto his back and sinks down slow—cock disappearing inch by inch until just the tip glistens at her entrance.
