Wrinkled thighs pressed against the porcelain as she sinks deeper into the water. A thick finger traces her swollen lips before disappearing between those juicy folds. She moans, arches her back, and reaches for him—no hesitation, no shyness. Just experience. Hands grip his shoulders as he eats her out slow at first, then faster until she’s gasping, hips bucking off the tub bottom. Water sloshes everywhere when he stands up—cock dripping—and she doesn’t even wait for instructions. Pulls him close by his hair and swallows every inch like it’s Tuesday. Then turns around on all fours at the edge of the tub: ass high, cheeks glistening with soap suds and something wetter than that.