Taking up the L-shaped corner of the rest of my view lay a standard sectional couch, the three seats coming toward me to the window, and the loveseat portion riding the back wall of the unimpressive cookie cutter layout. The fabric of the huge piece of furniture was trying to mimic leather, but the low quality gave itself away in the worn areas, and there was no thickness you might expect from the real thing. Finally, tucked into the corner nearest the window, a tall metal post lamp stretched toward the ceiling, which was what gave the blinds such a bright wash of light. The room wasn’t a matching set, but piecemeal in the way it was all put together. It wasn’t much different than my own apartment, which I never put much into either, so I couldn’t really knock the layout, but it was all utilitarian. The only part of the scene I really wanted to see, wasn’t actually in sight, and I had to wonder what happened to the screaming woman that had drawn my attention in the first place. I looked around the room once again, the television was on, and I figured she would be coming back at some point. With nothing to hold my view, my paranoia made me break my gaze, and I looked over the blowjob doors and window behind me, making sure no one could see me be a peeping tom. I relaxed a bit when I was sure I was unseen. I turned my eyes back to the opening, waiting for what I hoped would be a naked woman, unaware of my prying eyes. The thought of what I could see made my dick grow, and in the absence of something to keep my attention, my mind was fast at work, replaying all those pornographic videos I had so feverishly consumed over the years. It wasn’t until she walked back into the living room my mind stopped dancing, but I was rewarded for my corrupt thoughts. She came in from the kitchen area, and to my malevolent pleasure, she pranced around in voyeur tiny shorts, and only a black lace bra covering her top. She began to preen the couch, pulling up on the back cushion, and pushing in on the bottom, her back turned from my as she started at the loveseat. Her gorgeously long hair ran down her back, held at shoulder length by a hairband, and it swayed back and forth as she muscled the cushions into their correct positions. One by one she went down the line, and as she turned up the couch portion, her profile cumshot came into view. She was slightly tall, pale white skin, and the straps of her bra stretched as she performed her chore. She was plump in weight, I couldn’t make out any bones in her torso, and as she bent, her figure would roll over, more like a real washboard than any of those hardbody abs you might be shown in underwear ads. I didn’t mind that she wasn’t some wafe skinny girl, her plump body only lent to the curviness of her figure, and the elastic of her Brunette bra was forced to do its job as she bounced her tits down, then back up with each section of the couch. As she bent over each position, her tiny blue shorts slid tighter over her ample ass, and each time she worked on a cushion, the fabric disappeared a little more between her cheeks. She had hips you wanted to grab as you plowed into her, and her heart shaped ass only lent to her beauty, giving enough padding to take a vigorous pounding. As the work of fixing the seats ended, my dick was pressing firmly into the cotton of my boxer briefs, and I found my hand moving slowly toward my shorts in an effort to reality both relieve the tension, but to also give it the warmth it seemed to be searching for. Then there was the awe. Eddy and Eva’s club regularly had 40-50 couples at the Sat night party @ $40 each and 6-8 singles @ $60 per night and it was open two or three other nights a week. It was one of 3 exercise cycles; a man was already pedalling away on one of them. Taking the hint, Rob began pumping while smacking her ass with every thrust into her. I walked into the lit hall in my birthday suit and was relieved to cumshot see Serena's bedroom door halfway ajar. Juan and Christina were very active in the community, flaunting their wealth Brunette and often using it to curry favor from blowjob anyone, and using reality their money and power to intimidate anyone who got in their way. Honestly, I never understood why it was called that when I was your age.” Have a safe night,” was all I could voyeur say. He stroked his prick until it was hard and throbbing, thinking of his mother’s lips wrapped around it. "Uh-uh! Bernie would anxiously look forward to those days and they would professionally go through the motions of the sales calls until they could get back to the hotel and fuck. I am still the woman I was before.