Peeping Through the Keyhole: A Digital Voyeur’s Forbidden Fantasy

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Or should I remind you whose game this was in the first place?” Alexa gasps through tears. I decided that there will be a slight change of plans. XXX She looks away crossing her arms, covering her breasts. I slap her back, and she shrieks in pain, holding onto her face. It is everywhere, and the more I work it against her pussy, the wetter it got. Splayed upon the bed is her long, blonde wavy hair, casting ripples of light like a mirror from the flames of the candles. I have had sex with men at college. Still grinning after she left, I look over at the painting. Alexa begins to burn, and ache, as she struggles, she feels the lips of her pussy slipping against each other.