Blue tank top clings to her slim torso, sleeves pushed high, shorts yanked down around thighs exposing smooth bare ass. Hands brace on sink rim. Guy behind her, gray tee loose, beanie on, palms locked on her waist pulling back into each pump. Dark hair swings loose over shoulders, smile flashing up at him between strokes. Sink water drips forgotten. Laundry racks loom with jeans and shirts dangling nearby. She arches slight, legs braced apart on tile floor. Steady rhythm builds, hips meeting slap after slap until tension peaks raw.