Tan lines on her inner thighs glisten under bathroom lights as she braces against the sink. Three fingers buried to the knuckles, lips parted like she's about to gasp. The girl from next door—full hips, heavy tits bouncing—doesn’t even flinch when you walk in. Just spreads wider and moans louder. No warning, no lube needed. She grabs your wrist mid-stride and guides you between her legs, already dripping onto your cock. First thrust sends water splashing from the sink basin; second has her nails digging into porcelain tiles. Then she flips around on all fours right there by the mirror—spread cheeks reflecting back at you both—and starts grinding until mascara runs.
