Half-unbuttoned blouse still hanging open shows heavy cleavage bouncing while she straddles him under running water—the kind of wetness that isn’t just from shower spray anymore. Sari skirt bunched at waist reveals glistening pussy already swollen from earlier teasing; now it gushes when his fingers hook inside. ‘You shouldn’t be watching,’ she gasps—but doesn’t stop grinding until both mirrors are completely steamed shut.
