She’s got that kind of body—big enough to fill a room but moves like she owns it. Red hair plastered to her shoulders from the steam, tits jiggling just right every time she shifts on those high heels. The sauna’s supposed to be private, but the door’s cracked open just enough. She knows someone’s there; can’t help but glance over her shoulder when her hand slides down between her legs. First two fingers in slow circles, then deeper—like she’s testing how wet it gets when no one should see. Leans back against the tiles with a smirk that says ‘you’re not supposed to be here.
