No clothes left to ruin by halfway through. Just her—dark skin gleaming under running water, thighs already slick from spray. Fingers slam deep while one hand holds the hose like a weapon, drenching everything in sight: sheets of water hitting tile walls, droplets flying off her tits every time she adjusts grip. Tub fills fast but she doesn’t stop—needs it rougher than that first pulse could handle. Knee up on the edge for leverage when it gets too much; soap bubbles mix with spit at her mouth as she chokes back moans between thrusts of her own hand.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch