The Shameless Voyeur
I just couldn’t stop looking at her, she was simply too beautiful, too horny…
Observing her, I unconsciously slipped a finger between my damp folds. As usual, the illicit pleasure of being a voyeur excited me with an intensity that made my heart beat erratically; it made me wet just at the mere thought of carrying out this forbidden act. I was deliberately invading her privacy, denying her both dignity and respect, using her for my own decadent gratification. Nor was it the first time I had watched...