Bathroom Peeping Catches Blonde Begging For Cock

She didn’t know I was there. Didn’t expect me to see her like this—back arched, thighs slick with soap and cum, fingers already deep inside while she whimpers at her own reflection. The second she locks eyes through the steamy glass, her breath hitches. Then that slow smirk—let’s see how long you can resist—as she stands up, water dripping down those heavy tits. No hesitation when he steps in; no shame as she drops to her knees right there on the bathmat. Tongue swirls around his shaft before he even touches her, and by the time he flips her onto the tub edge? She’s begging—legs wrapped tight around his waist, nails digging into his back as if trying to drag him deeper.