John suddenly notices Jane's silhouette next to the door

As Elisabeth continued to ride John with a fervour that left them both breathless, the steam room began to fill with mist once more. Her voice, dripping with desire, was a symphony of seduction as she whispered dirty words that sent shivers through John's already electrified body.

"Oh, John," she purred, her hips moving sinuously against his, "You feel so good inside me. Do you like watching my body bounce on your cock?"

John, lost in the swirling haze of their passion, could only respond with guttural moans of pleasure. The sensation of her tightness around him was almost too much to bear.

As the steam enveloped them like a thick, sensual curtain, John's heightened senses suddenly picked up on a presence in the room. He couldn't see much through the mist, but there was a figure standing by the door, just on the periphery of his vision.

His heart pounded in his chest as he strained to make out the silhouette. Despite the obscuring steam, he could tell it was a woman, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. It didn't take long for him to recognise the outline of her body.

It was Jane.

The realisation hit John like a bolt of lightning, and he froze in disbelief, his mind racing. He couldn't see her clearly, but he knew it was her. His own arousal, mixed with shock and guilt, left him utterly vulnerable and exposed.