choice.
He took a bite of his burger and chewed. As soon as he’d finished, he ran upstairs. He sat in front of the monitors. She was just finishing dinner. She took tiny bites of a large piece of chicken covered in some sauce. Half of her meal sat on her plate when she got up to leave the room. Was she done already?
He watched as she walked up the stairs and went into her room, where he could no longer see her. He pulled up some other videos. Clips he’d copied from other times that he liked to rewatch. He turned to one of her talking with her father in the entryway.
There was nothing particularly special about this clip. He’d taken the audio out because it was so boring and mundane. But in this clip, she was wearing a tight-fitting top. Cleavage stuck out from the top and the round curve of her breasts sat perfectly underneath. He could even see her nipples poking out. He remembered the feel of them in his hands. Soft and warm and how her nipples responded to his touch.
He took his hard cock out and began stroking it. Just before he was ready to finish, a loud shriek came from her room. He jumped up, yanked his pants into place, and rushed out the door.
He pulled her door open. She wasn’t in the room. But she hadn’t left. He’d been watching. The light was on in the bathroom.
He ran toward the door, pushed it open, and dashed in the room, hands up, ready to fight. He looked around, but saw no attacker.
Instead, there was Pia, standing in her tub. Water still sat in the tub, gentle steam curling up from it. The steam had frosted the large mirror over the sink. The tile floor looked slick with the residue. The rug beside her tub was soft and fluffy, waiting for her wet feet. She’d put a fluffy pink towel on the small silver stand beside the tub.
Her long blonde locks were piled high on top of her head. And she wasn’t wearing a single thing. Her naked skin glimmered, the water catching the light. She faced away from him.
He let his gaze fall down her. The gentle curve of her neck as it led into her shoulders. Her shoulder blades, perfectly shaped, surrounding her smooth back. Then her ass, round and full. He had to quickly look away from that ass. Water ran down her legs and dripped into the tub. His eyes went back to the perfect circles of her butt.
He was still hard from watching the video, but this was real life, right in front of him. Flesh, so close to his hand. He could just reach out and touch it. He wanted to smack it, to squeeze it, to bite it. To rub his dick all over it and between the soft folds of her cheeks. Was she into anal? If it was done right, girls went ape for that shit. And he knew how to do it just right. He could fill her completely. Front and back and mouth.
He imagined the sensation of her wet mouth, her tight pussy, her tighter ass. He swallowed hard. He might pass out right there from lack of blood. It was all rushing to his groin, making his cock throb. He shifted his hips, and his stiffness rubbed against his shorts. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, he was that close just looking at her.
He swallowed hard again. He’d taken too long to say anything and she had screamed. “Why did you scream?” he asked, his voice close to shaking.
She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “Oh, umm, did you hear that?”
“Yes. It is my job, you know. Just because I can’t follow you in here doesn’t mean I’m not always listening. What’s wrong?”
“Well…” She looked down, sheepish. “I saw a spider.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “A spider.”
“Yes. I’m sorry, it just startled me. I’m afraid of them.”
“Where is it now?”
“It went down the drain. It fell into the water and I jumped up and pulled the plug. It went right down, and I put the plug back in to make sure it stayed down. But now I can’t pull the plug to let the rest of the water out or it
He took a bite of his burger and chewed. As soon as he’d finished, he ran upstairs. He sat in front of the monitors. She was just finishing dinner. She took tiny bites of a large piece of chicken covered in some sauce. Half of her meal sat on her plate when she got up to leave the room. Was she done already?
He watched as she walked up the stairs and went into her room, where he could no longer see her. He pulled up some other videos. Clips he’d copied from other times that he liked to rewatch. He turned to one of her talking with her father in the entryway.
There was nothing particularly special about this clip. He’d taken the audio out because it was so boring and mundane. But in this clip, she was wearing a tight-fitting top. Cleavage stuck out from the top and the round curve of her breasts sat perfectly underneath. He could even see her nipples poking out. He remembered the feel of them in his hands. Soft and warm and how her nipples responded to his touch.
He took his hard cock out and began stroking it. Just before he was ready to finish, a loud shriek came from her room. He jumped up, yanked his pants into place, and rushed out the door.
He pulled her door open. She wasn’t in the room. But she hadn’t left. He’d been watching. The light was on in the bathroom.
He ran toward the door, pushed it open, and dashed in the room, hands up, ready to fight. He looked around, but saw no attacker.
Instead, there was Pia, standing in her tub. Water still sat in the tub, gentle steam curling up from it. The steam had frosted the large mirror over the sink. The tile floor looked slick with the residue. The rug beside her tub was soft and fluffy, waiting for her wet feet. She’d put a fluffy pink towel on the small silver stand beside the tub.
Her long blonde locks were piled high on top of her head. And she wasn’t wearing a single thing. Her naked skin glimmered, the water catching the light. She faced away from him.
He let his gaze fall down her. The gentle curve of her neck as it led into her shoulders. Her shoulder blades, perfectly shaped, surrounding her smooth back. Then her ass, round and full. He had to quickly look away from that ass. Water ran down her legs and dripped into the tub. His eyes went back to the perfect circles of her butt.
He was still hard from watching the video, but this was real life, right in front of him. Flesh, so close to his hand. He could just reach out and touch it. He wanted to smack it, to squeeze it, to bite it. To rub his dick all over it and between the soft folds of her cheeks. Was she into anal? If it was done right, girls went ape for that shit. And he knew how to do it just right. He could fill her completely. Front and back and mouth.
He imagined the sensation of her wet mouth, her tight pussy, her tighter ass. He swallowed hard. He might pass out right there from lack of blood. It was all rushing to his groin, making his cock throb. He shifted his hips, and his stiffness rubbed against his shorts. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, he was that close just looking at her.
He swallowed hard again. He’d taken too long to say anything and she had screamed. “Why did you scream?” he asked, his voice close to shaking.
She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “Oh, umm, did you hear that?”
“Yes. It is my job, you know. Just because I can’t follow you in here doesn’t mean I’m not always listening. What’s wrong?”
“Well…” She looked down, sheepish. “I saw a spider.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “A spider.”
“Yes. I’m sorry, it just startled me. I’m afraid of them.”
“Where is it now?”
“It went down the drain. It fell into the water and I jumped up and pulled the plug. It went right down, and I put the plug back in to make sure it stayed down. But now I can’t pull the plug to let the rest of the water out or it
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