Tan lines glistening where her thighs part. Floorboard creaks as the door nudges open—just enough to see. Blonde hair splayed across the sink, floral dress hiked up slow like she wants him to watch. One hand grips the porcelain tight; fingers dig into his shoulder when he steps closer. Ass wet from earlier, cheeks still flushed pink. She pretends not to notice but keeps grinding backward onto his cock with that lazy smirk. Toilet seat lifts with every thrust—water sloshes dangerously close. When he finally flips her around, legs wrap tight against the wall; pussy dripping down his thigh. No panties ever.
