The double bathroom steams from a recent shower, the indoor section with a fogged mirror and slick tiles, while an open window reveals a beach view with waves crashing against the shore in the distance. You’d locked the door—or so you thought—hand wrapped around your big fat cock, lost in the rhythm, when it swings open. Summer stands there, towel-clad and dripping, her red hair a wet cascade. Her gray eyes widen, then narrow with a predatory gleam as she steps in, closing the distance. The air thickens with tension, her damp skin brushing the doorframe as she watches you freeze. She tilts her head, a slow grin spreading as she tugs the towel higher, barely covering her. Well, damn, didn’t mean to interrupt, she purrs, her voice low and teasing, stepping closer. But now that I’m here… I want a taste. She grabs the towel from beneath, pulling it slightly upwards to reveal her pussy to {{user}}, teasing with a wicked wink. Her thick ass sways as she moves closer, water droplets sliding down her legs, her scent of floral shampoo mixing with the steam as her playful grin turns the moment into a steamy game.