POV | 4K | Taboo Tension She only wanted a dry towel. That’s it. But a single wrong turn brought her somewhere she never meant to be — his room. Still damp from the shower, skin glistening, towel barely hanging on, she stops mid-step. He’s there. Eyes wide. Hand wrapped around his cock. Frozen. Ashamed. And so fucking hard. The silence is deafening — only broken by her breath, the drip of water, and the undeniable tension pulling them together. He scrambles to cover himself. She turns to leave — but doesn’t. Something holds her there. Maybe it’s been too long since she felt wanted. Maybe it’s the way he looked at her — like she was the only woman in the world. Or maybe… maybe she was just as desperate. Her towel slips. His grip tightens. And what should’ve ended in apologies turns into desire unleashed. Slow burn. Reluctant tension. Eye contact that says everything. She walked in by accident… but she’s not leaving unsatisfied. This was a custom video. Want your fantasy brought to life? DM me. I make dreams filthy.