A horny Latina loves fucking in the bathroom

Steam clings to the mirror as she braces against the cold tile, dark hair damp against her neck, eyes locked on yours with something between a dare and a demand.

The bathroom light catches the curve of her hip, water still tracing paths down her brown skin while she reaches back, fingers curling around the towel bar for grip.

Every sharp breath she draws fogs the air between you. She tilts her head, lips parting just enough — this is exactly where she wanted you, exactly when she planned it.