Didn’t expect to walk in on this. Thick thighs splayed open on the bathroom counter, towel barely clinging, green rubber ducky peeking out from between them. She knows you’re there but doesn’t stop—just bites her lip harder when his mouth finds her pussy first. No warning, no hesitation; just wet heat and a moan that sounds like she’s been waiting for this all day. Then it gets real: cock sliding deep while one hand grips the sink edge so tight her knuckles turn white. The mirror reflects every thrust—no shame left by now.
