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On the way passed your window
On the way passed your window
Walking passed your open window i heard a distinct but muffled hum, the curiosity got the better of me so I thought a quick peek inside would be some harmless fun
I checked there was no one near and then took a look inside, my eyes nearly fell out my head you were on your bed naked with your legs spread opened wide
You had your eyes closed and your head tossed back then I saw what had made that muffled hum, you were playing with a vibrator and had a butt plug in your bum
I couldn't take my eyes of you I'd never seen anything like this thing before, you always came across has a good Catholic girl but it seems you're quite the kinky whore
I watched you grind that toy in deeper i listened to you moan and groan, i knew watching was a terrible sin but I still took pictures on my mobile phone
My cock was solid as a rock i couldn't help but give it a little stroke, soon I was keeping time with you I pulled at every thrust and poke
I came quite quickly i shot my load all over your concrete patio floor, then I pulled up my clothes and ran to the shops to get exactly what I'd gone out for
Ron
Walking passed your open window i heard a distinct but muffled hum, the curiosity got the better of me so I thought a quick peek inside would be some harmless fun
I checked there was no one near and then took a look inside, my eyes nearly fell out my head you were on your bed naked with your legs spread opened wide
You had your eyes closed and your head tossed back then I saw what had made that muffled hum, you were playing with a vibrator and had a butt plug in your bum
I couldn't take my eyes of you I'd never seen anything like this thing before, you always came across has a good Catholic girl but it seems you're quite the kinky whore
I watched you grind that toy in deeper i listened to you moan and groan, i knew watching was a terrible sin but I still took pictures on my mobile phone
My cock was solid as a rock i couldn't help but give it a little stroke, soon I was keeping time with you I pulled at every thrust and poke
I came quite quickly i shot my load all over your concrete patio floor, then I pulled up my clothes and ran to the shops to get exactly what I'd gone out for
Ron
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