'You shouldn’t be watching.' Her voice is thick with guilt as she grips your cock tighter, lips sealed around you while water runs down her back. She knew someone was peeking through the bathroom door but didn’t stop—just spread those heavy thighs wider and took you deeper. First on knees under the spray, then pressed against the tiled wall with one leg hooked over your shoulder. The whole time, fingers playing between her own legs like she’s been waiting for this since morning. Cumshot right into that pretty mouth? No—she swallows first, then turns around and begs for more.
