Bathroom Fantasy

Watching Tea is like catching your girl getting off in the bathroom while she thinks nobody’s looking—except she’s totally aware of the camera and doesn’t give a damn. She’s relaxed, easy, like she’s been touching herself just so she’s slick and ready the second you walk through the door. She leans in, plants a kiss on the mirror, and you can practically feel the wish behind it that her lips were on yours instead. Her hand moves slow and sure, fingers gliding over her smooth pussy, teasing and stroking until she’s breathing heavier and the little bathroom fills with the sound of wet skin. She takes her time, stretching every second out, hips rolling gently against her own hand, lost in the heat of it. No hurry, no reason to stop—why would she want to be anywhere but here, legs open, pretty and soaked, imagining you getting home and finishing what she started?