Tan lines from stockings mark her thighs as she pins him against the porcelain. Wet lips part for another deep thrust, ass clenching like she’s milking every inch. Doesn’t stop when he groans—just leans in closer, whispering filthy things into his ear. Toilet lid down now, no care who hears. Her tits bounce with each slam, nipples hard enough to bruise. He grabs her hips harder when she rides backward over his cock—cracked mirror shows them both sweaty and breathless. Pretends to wipe something off the sink but keeps one hand gripping the countertop above him. ‘Shhh,’ she mouths as cum starts leaking out—family could walk in at any second.
