Her Parents Were Next Door While She Wanted Me To Fuck Her

The steam from the hot bath fogs the bathroom mirror as their bodies press against each other, fingers tracing wet skin. She bites her lip, eyes locked on the door, aware of her parents’ muffled voices just beyond the thin walls. A shiver runs down her spine when his teeth graze her collarbone, her breath hitching as he lifts her effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. The heat between them burns hotter than the water still dripping from their skin. Every muffled moan gets swallowed by his hungry mouth, her nails digging into his back as he pushes inside with deliberate slowness. The tension in the air isn’t just from the fear of being caught—it’s the thrill of knowing they could walk in at any second. Her back arches against the cold tiles as pleasure surges, her quiet gasps stifled against his shoulder.