Bathtub edge. Her dark-haired frame hunches over his lap, fingers lathered in soap pumping his thick shaft up and down, suds dripping everywhere as he groans low. She grips tighter, thumb circling the tip, eyes locked on his face twisting in pleasure. Switches grips, leans forward — mouth hovering inches away before she swings a leg over into the tub, pussy sliding down slow. Water sloshes wild. Hips buck up hard, her tits bounce with each slam, back arching as she bites her lip and rides relentless to the edge.