Privacy's price: a taboo tryst

The cramped bathroom, bathed in the soft glow of a single bulb, becomes their sanctuary. She perches on the edge of the tub, one hand working her clit, the other teasing her nipples. He stands tall, his cock rigid, stroking slowly as he watches her. Their eyes meet in the mirror, the reflection amplifying their shared desire. The room echoes with their moans, the sound of water dripping from the faucet a steady rhythm to their dance. Just as they're about to cross the line, the door handle jiggles, a stark reminder of their taboo indulgence.

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