She’s got that *look*—full lips, dark hair slicked back from the steam, tits bouncing just enough to make you wonder if she even notices. But she does. Every time his cock slides past those swollen lips, her jaw clenches like she’s fighting for control—and losing. One hand grips his thigh for balance (or maybe leverage), while two fingers dive into her dripping pussy before he even asks. The shower stall is narrow; no room to move without rubbing against him, so she doesn’t try. Just leans in closer, throat stretching as he hits the back deeper than most men dare dream of.