Cum splatters across her chin and drips down her neck after that final gagging gag. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just leaned harder into the sink like this was supposed to happen all along. Handcuffed to the shower rod? No. Just a wet towel draped over her shoulders and that desperate, sloppy way she takes every inch down her throat. Tits bouncing against his thighs as he fucks her face from behind in that tight little stall. One hand gripping the countertop for balance while cum shoots straight into her mouth without warning. No lube needed when she moans around him like she’s been waiting forever for this forbidden moment.
