Hotter Than the Sauna - a Wet Stranger & a Deep Creampie

I went in for a quiet sauna session... but I wasn't alone for long. She sat across from me, towel barely covering her curves, eyes locked on mine. The heat wasn't just from the steam anymore. No words. Just tension. She stood up, walked over, and dropped the towel like it was planned. Her hands were already on me, lips wrapping around my cock without hesitation—sloppy, deep, like she needed it. I bent her over the bench, her body glistening with sweat and oil, and slid into her from behind. Every thrust echoed through the room as she moaned louder, clenching tighter. And when I came, I stayed deep—filling her with every drop. No names, no rules. Just raw, unexpected heat... and a sauna session I'll never forget.