Tan lines where the towel barely covered. Hair still damp from rinsing out that last shampoo bottle. She leans back against the shower wall, legs spread just enough to let you see how slick she is already — fingers tracing circles over her clit like she’s drawing a map for someone who shouldn’t be looking. The guy steps closer, cock already hard before he even touches her. One hand grips her hip while his other slides between those heavy tits and pins them together as he pounds into that tight pussy. No warning, no lube needed—just pure friction until water runs pink down the drain.
