She’s been teasing him all week—glancing over while he showers, ‘accidentally’ brushing past in the hall. Now here they are: bathroom tiles cold against her ass as she straddles him on the edge of the tub. Towel half-draped like a prop, heavy breasts swaying every time she bounces down hard. His cock disappears between those soft thighs again and again—no lube needed when you’ve got this much practice. She knows exactly how to grind until his grip turns white on her hips. Then it’s hands on his shoulders, pulling herself up just enough to watch cum paint her stomach before slumping forward with a satisfied sigh.