Let's play Adam and Eve

The bathroom hides its own forest. Leaves creep up the walls in quiet green shadows. She steps in front of the mirror, brushes dark hair from her face, and paints her mouth a deeper red. Tonight she wants a stranger, and tonight she finds him. He slips through the door and doesn’t ask permission. His hands slide under the hem of her skirt, fingers meeting heat and damp. She’s already wet. He tastes her on his tongue and smiles like he’s just found sin. She lets the skirt ride higher, hips tilting forward, daring him to keep going. Clothes fall in seconds. She pulls him down onto the cool tile, straddles him, and guides that thick length inside her. Every thrust makes her thighs shake. Wet sounds echo against the leaves on the wall. She rides him fast, then slow, then hard again until her whole body tightens and a rush of liquid spills over his stomach. She keeps moving, chasing another wave. When she climbs off, her mouth takes him. Full lips stretch around him, tongue working the underside, cheeks hollowing. She holds his eyes while she sucks, taking him deeper each time until spit runs down her chin. He groans, grabs her hair, and finishes across her lips and tongue. She swallows what she can, the rest dripping in thick white lines across her cheek.