...through the cracked bathroom door, a blonde in full latex outfit leans back against the tub tiles, thighs slick with something dark. A black leather glove slides between her legs—fingers already buried deep as she bites down on her lip to muffle a moan. The water’s running but it’s not enough to hide those wet sounds. She knows someone’s peeking and doesn’t stop—just arches harder into that rough stretch before flipping onto her knees for something worse...
