Didn’t mean to walk in—just needed a towel—but now you’re watching through the crack. She’s on her knees in front of him, lips stretched too wide around his cock, fingers digging into his thighs like she’s trying not to swallow every drop. Toilet paper stuck under one heel from rushing; mascara smeared where she wiped at her mouth between gulps. He pins her head down and thrusts deeper—her gagging turns wetter with each choked breath. Then it flips: back against the tile wall, legs hooked over his shoulders while he eats out that tight pussy like he owns it.
