...and then that—the bathroom door swings open just as she’s riding him face-first into the overflowing tub. His cum shoots up her throat mid-swallow, water splashing over the edge. She gasps but doesn’t stop grinding until his fingers dig into her hips. The mirror steams up from their breath but never hides what happens next: a second round with her back against the sink tiles, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he slams home again. Thick thighs shake when it hits—no warning this time.
