That look in her eyes says ‘I’ve done this before’—dark hair slicked back from the steam, skin still damp from the shower. She lets him strip slow, fingers trailing over her own body like she owns it (because she does). First touch? His cock against her cheek while she holds that hose like a weapon. Then—click—the water off. No warning, just a smirk and those heavy tits pressing forward as he kneels between them. She doesn’t ask twice; just tilts her head back and lets him fill that valley until it glistens under the bathroom lights.
