Her lips part—eyes glazed with pleasure—noticing you watching through the steam. Thick fingers buried to the knuckles, slow circles at first then faster until her back arches off the tub. Water sloshes over the edge as she leans forward, tits pressing against her arms, legs trembling. The older woman’s breath hitches when her free hand reaches down between her thighs again—this time two digits diving straight into that dripping cunt while she whimpers like a schoolgirl caught playing hooky. No hesitation here; this isn’t shy behavior. She’s been doing this since before you were born. Bathroom walls be damned.