You weren’t supposed to see this. The bathroom door was cracked—just enough to catch her sliding down the wall, thighs quivering as he pins her against the tile. No lube needed; she’s already dripping when he flips her onto all fours by the shower curtain. Ass up, tits pressed flat against the cool surface while he stretches those thick cheeks apart with his fingers first—fuck—before lining up and slamming home without warning. She gasps but doesn’t stop him; instead, she arches back harder every time he bottoms out inside her.
