He didn’t mean to stay. But when he heard the shower turn off and saw the bathroom door crack open just enough to catch a glimpse of her*—soaked, naked, running fingers down her own slit—he froze. Then she stepped out wrapped in nothing but a towel, slow-motion like she knew someone was watching. One look at him standing there hard as stone? She smirked and dropped to her knees right there on the rug. No warning, no hesitation—just that thick tongue swirling around his shaft before taking him all the way down with a gagging moan. He tried to pull away but she held on tight, lips stretched obscenely as spit dripped onto his balls.
