She was pretending to wash her hands when he walked in, but the second the lock clicked you knew this wasn’t accidental. Heavy-lidded eyes, smirk playing on those full lips as she leans back against the sink—dress riding up just enough to see that glistening pussy already dripping. ‘Close the curtain,’ she whispers like it’s an order, and when he does? She’s already got his belt undone before his cock even springs free. First it’s her mouth—warm and sloppy around him, gagging mid-thrust while one hand toys with herself through that soaked thong.
