You weren’t supposed to see this. The bathroom door was cracked open just enough—steamy mirror fogged up, tile floor slick—but you couldn’t look away. She’s bent over the sink first, ass in the air like she knows someone might peek through that tiny gap. His hands grip her hips hard as he slams into her from behind, cock buried deep where it shouldn’t be. Then she turns—tits heavy and swaying—and climbs onto the countertop like it’s an altar for what they’re doing wrong. Legs wrapped around him now, nails digging into his back as she rides him against the tiles.
