Tan line above her thigh where she was pinned last night. Red-polished fingers slip inside as she bites that full lower lip, watching through the fogged glass. The younger guy in the shower doesn’t know she can see his cock twitch every time she moans. She arches her back—saggy tits jiggling—and curls those toes into the couch cushions while two fingers pump slow and deliberate. When he steps out, towel low around his hips? Too late—the pussy’s already dripping down to her wrist. ‘Come here,’ she croaks, patting the spot next to her like an old hand at this game.