Naughty

Vica's brain runs a nonstop X-rated loop and bathroom breaks don't pause it. She sits there, legs spread, shorts around one ankle, and her fingers slide between her folds like she's been waiting for the bathroom all day. The second she's alone, her thumb circles her clit in tight little rings while her middle finger dips in, wet noises echoing off the tile. She bites the collar of her shirt to keep quiet but it doesn't stop the heavy sighs, or the way her hips twitch forward to meet every stroke. Somewhere in the middle of a slow, deep finger-fuck her toes curl against the cool floor and a rush of slick slips out over her knuckles, but she just laughs, keeps going. Yep, that's Vica — fantasizing about thick, hard cocks and wet, greedy tongues even when she should just be taking a piss.