You weren’t supposed to see this. The door was cracked just enough — steam fogging up the mirror, hands gripping porcelain too hard. She’s got those massive tits bouncing every time he slams into her from behind, ass reddening under his grip. No lube needed; she’s already dripping down his balls after sucking him off against the toilet wall first. That dirty mouth? Still smeared with spit when she turns around and rides his cock like it’s payday. The mirror reflects everything: mascara running, hair wild, legs shaking as he grabs her hips and pounds. She moans ‘harder’ but doesn’t cover up—wants you watching through that crack.
