Oh fuck— wet sounds fill the bathroom as a hand guides her open. Blue eyes flutter shut, lips parting with every gasp. She knows. The shower curtain barely hides him peeking through the crack while his cock aches to join in. Thighs slick with water, ass lifted just enough to show how deep he’d bury himself if she turned around. Instead, she arches into it—fingers working faster now—and when one slips inside? A choked whimper escapes before she bites her lip and rides them harder against the tile wall. Condensation fogging up everything but that hungry look back at nothing... because this isn’t just about getting off anymore.
