...through that half-open bathroom door again. This time it’s worse—stockings torn mid-thigh, knees spread over the lid as he slams into her from behind. Ass jiggling with every thrust, tits bouncing against porcelain. She whimpers when he flips her onto her back and pins those legs open wider than before. Red lipstick smeared now, mascara running down cheeks like she didn’t expect company this late—or maybe hoped for it...
