In The Still Of The Night
Crystal catches Terry and helps out
“I swear,” she said to herself in a whisper, peeping through the partially opened door, “That’s all he thinks about.” Crystal stood naked except for her sleep shirt which did not completely cover her ass nor her smooth-shaven pussy. She was spying on her best friend’s husband, Terry while he stood in the bathroom, jacking off again. His iPhone lay on the granite countertop in front of him, glowing in the darkness with the...