Hot bath

Forty-four and dripping wet in the tub. Sandora shaves, scrubs, fingers that cunt until it's slick and ready to take a pounding. She knows Bruno's coming over hungry and she plans to feed him every inch. By the time he barges in, already rock-hard and grinning, it's no polite little greeting. He grabs her ass like he owns it, bends her over the edge, and slams straight home like he's been thinking about nothing else. No wasted moves—just balls slapping, bed thumping, her screaming yes while he wrecks every spot she didn't know needed wrecking.