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Shower voyer

Shower voyeur
 
I'm hiding in the cupboard, she thinks she's all alone, I cant wait to hear the water run, I want to see the foam
 
Through the gap in the door, I watch her peel off her sexy gear, her body is so beautiful and she doesn't know I'm here.
 
The water runs all down over her, her curves are nice a wet, she reaches to her soft white sponge, but theres no bubbles yet.
 
She puts the gel on the sponge, she gives it a little squeeze, she starts to soap herself all over, slowly girl, dont rush my sexy tease.
 
As the sponge brushes her tits, she gives a little groan, I see her nipples start to stand, as i quietly get my phone.
 
As i film her washing, it suddenly becomes quite clear, i might see more than i expected, if I'm quiet here.
 
She drops the sponge on the floor and starts to stroke her tits, pulling at her nipples hard, she twists them quite a bit.
 
I cant believe my luck, to the gods I thank, I was expecting to watch her shower, now I hope to see her wank.
 
Her hands start to drop, down her stomach they just slide, right down to her pussy, where her legs are opened wide.
 
I watch her pull at her lips, she seems to like the pain, next time I see my friend, I wont view her quite the same.
 
I didn't know that she liked it rough, a surprise that made me smile, but all the time I couldn't take my eyes off her not even off a while  
 
She reached up to the shower head and put the force on full, I watched as it shot up her, I could see it all.
 
She worked her clit with her fingers whilst the water rushed inside, the pussy was now soaking wet, as her fingers began to glide.
 
I had the perfect view as she began to fuck herself, her fingers pushed in nice and deep as she leant against a shelf.
 
Reaching to the top shelf a rubber cock she finds, she gets it nice a soapy, then it goes in her behind.
 
Pushed right up in her arse, the sight has blown my mind, she looks like such an innocent and not the kinky kind.
 
Deeper, harder, faster, I watched that cock get thrust, she was nearly coming and I was fit to burst.
 
Her moaning got louder, she gave out a little scream and looked straight at the door, she said "did you like the show, or do I want some more".
 
I held my breath, holy fuck, she knew that i was there, still she wanked herself in front of me and didn't really care.
 
I pushed the door open, she smiled then led me to her bed, we kissed for a little while then she gave me head.
 
Her lips around my manhood, it's a long time dream I've had, doing dirty things with her, even though I know that's bad.
 
I laid her down and licked her cunt, her juice it tasted great, I've wanted her forever even though shes been my mate.
 
My tongue goes deep inside of her, I shove a finger in her arse, now I know she's kinky, I wont take the time to ask.
 
Her claws go deep into my back, she grinds herself on me, my tongue is running everywhere, "Spank me" I hear a quiet plea
 
I pull her across my lap, her arse is pushed up nice and high, she's ready to accept punishment no matter what I try.
 
My hand is really coming down, her cheeks have mark's and then begins to welt, I wish I had a paddle or a old style leather belt.
 
I can see her pussy glistening as she cums again once more, I see her juices running, theres a small puddle on the floor.
 
She tells me to "lay back", as on my cock she climbs, she says " it's time to ride you hard, to show that you're mine"
 
She tells me from this day on she's my Mistress and I'm her toy, to fuck or tease when she wants, I am her little boy.
 
Hiding in the cupboard I watched you have a wank, all the time you knew it, so for the show, I'd like to thank.
 
Now I'm laying in my bed, crippled, it's dark and I'm alone, I look at your pictures and let out a little moan.
 
Because I've never seen you shower and you've never given head, because I'm broke and its a poem, made up in my bed.
 
 
Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
Published | Edited 18th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Being paralyzed I wanted to reach out with my mind
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