...the bathroom door left cracked just enough to see. She was already wet when he stepped in, soap bubbles sliding down her back as she turned those heavy hips toward him. First it’s slow—his fingers teasing that tight asshole while she braces against the tile, breath hitching. Then his cock replaces them with one deep thrust that makes her knees buckle. No foreplay needed; just raw hunger between them both knowing someone might catch them if they’re not quiet enough...
