She hums along to the shower music like nothing’s wrong—blonde hair slicked back, tits bouncing under the spray. Didn’t expect him sliding open that door when he thought she was alone. One look at her flushed face and parted lips tells him everything: this wasn’t supposed to happen. But then she grabs his wrist mid-step, pulls him in so fast he nearly bumps his head on the tile. Her hands are already wrapped around his cock before he even hits the floor. Deepthroat so hard water splashes down their chests; mascara streaks run from her eyes as she moans around it like she’s been waiting years.
