#vouyerism

[bradypeepingtom]

🥜 Booty nurse pt. 1😩😩

[hereforwives]

What are your thoughts on this 40something wife?

[lunasonoraofc]

Oh! 🤭 hi

[buckybossanova]

THE DINER

Pairing: winter soldier x reader

Summary: the winter soldier is obsessed with you.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, m!masturbation (semi-public, he's a lil freak... and delusional), voyeurism (dubcon), proofread (finally!!).

WC: 628

Nova Notes: this was a lot of fun to write. masterlist -> BILLIE BARNES & NOVA

He strayed off course, way off course. He had a mission: find his target, neutralize him, then report back. Somewhere along the hunt he found you. You weren't his target. Not even close. You were kind, caring, and domestic. You distracted him from his cold, cruel world. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, to be with you, to be loved by you. Unfortunately, for your safety, he couldn't. If they found out about you, they'd kill you. He's already had everything taken away from him. You can't leave him too.

So, he's settled for observation. He rarely gets to see you—usually every few months, sometimes years—but it makes him cherish his time with you even more. Now is no different.

He’s watching you. His piercing blue eyes follow you sauntering around your house in nothing but a towel. Your blinds are open with the lights on for all to see inside. Maybe you like it, or maybe you’re blissfully ignorant. Either way it benefits him. He gets to see you—but he can only watch. He’s never to approach, never to make contact with your soft, warm skin. It pains him. It really, really does.

He studies your figure—the soft hills of your hips to the peaks of your breasts bound by the towel—intently as you hop onto the kitchen counter. He stirs uncomfortably when you cross your legs. The towel rides up, allowing him to see more of your bare thigh. Even from afar he can see your skin prick due to the cold surface. Would you shiver that way if his hand trailed up that same thigh? Or would you catch it just before his metal reached your skin? Would you bring his hand up to your mouth and welcome the metallic taste of his fingers? Would you swirl your tongue around and suck them softly? Would you do the same to his cock? 

Somehow, his hand slipped under the waistband of his pants to palm his dick. He feels guilt for a moment; he’s never been permitted to touch himself like so, but that guilt is quickly overshadowed by pleasure when he starts to stroke his length. How would you do it? Would you do it slow—tease him a little, trailing your fingers from base to tip before engulfing it with your hand and giving him what he needs? Or, would you do it fast—fervent and passionate with quick, hard strokes that’d leave him twitching? He won’t delude himself and say you’d be desperate for him because, well, look at him…fisting his cock to just the sight of your legs. He’s desperate for you. All the way.

The sound his hand makes as it moves pre-cum up and down his length is disgusting, but fuck if it doesn't feel good. The pleasure he’s been deprived of is so overwhelming. He groans softly, closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His breath hitches, lips parting as he shudders. He tries to picture you. He can’t. He needs to see you.

His eyes peak open and he catches sight of something he could’ve only dreamed of. You’ve moved from the countertop to assume a bent over position instead. Your ass is art, he thinks. Full, round, perfect. It's just what he needs to be sent over the edge.

He bucks into his fist when he finishes and pulls his hand out of his pants. He notices the thick, milky liquid that coats his palm. Would you lick it? Would you make him lick it? He thinks the latter. Softly, he parts his lips and flicks his tongue out to scoop up his fluid. Salty, but it tastes...His doesn’t taste so good. Maybe one day he’ll get to try yours instead. He guarantees it'll taste sweeter.

[notapebble]

denki finds you irresistible

minors dni, denki kaminari is the reader's best friend, reader has big chest, 18+ characters, creampie, slight quirk play, masturbation, denki and reader are down bad for each other.

You're at the beach with your friends when you see Denki ogling at you. You are close friends with him now and you don't miss the way he brushes his arms against your chest sometimes. Sometimes, you purposely push your tits against him to get a reaction out of him. You enjoy watching him squirm and adjust his pants. You had chosen to wear the tiniest bikini you owned. You're not one to shy away from flaunting your body. Your bottom was basically a single strap which did nothing to cover your bare pussy. You had wrapped a sheer pink cloth around your waist to prevent flashing your pussy to the whole world.

You decide to tease him today so you grab his hands and ask him to play with you in the water. You enter the water and a big wave splashes both of you down. He holds you to protect you as you fall on him. You cling to him as he picks you up. Your nipples are completely hard and pressing against his chest. "Denki !!! put me down" You whine into his ears with your sultry voice which sends a jolt right down to his hard dick. He takes you to the shore and shyly hands you his shirt to cover yourself up because any more of this and he would cum in his pants.

You tilt your head at him but still take his shirt. You put it over yourself and thank him.

"Shouldn't I give you something in return?" you say teasingly as he looks confused. You bend over and slowly remove your string bikini bottom as his eyes widen. You carefully remove it and make sure to flash your wet cunt at him. You throw your thong on his face and say "Well I'm gonna change okay?" and with a wink, you leave him standing there with steam coming out of face. Oh no, did you accidentally make him short circuit yourself? you giggle to yourself as you walk away.

Later you send him a picture of you wearing his shirt which engulfes your frame but tightens around your chest. The shape of your perfect tits and nipples are evident in the picture. A few minutes later you receive a video of him wrapping your thong around his pretty pink dick as he cums in it. His whimpers are so sweet, you can't help but imagine him crying under you as you stretch out on his dick.

You hear your doorbell ring and you cautiously stand up to see who it is. You see a panting Denki standing outside. He rushes inside and hugs you when you open the door. "Y/N.. I cannot- please help me" he whimpers as he pulls his pants down to reveal his leaking cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of his huge pink dick.

You push him into your sofa and climb on top of him. You're wearing nothing but his shirt so you drag your bare cunt over his cock as he whines into your ears. He's desperate to put his mouth on you. He begs to touch you, controlling himself until you give him permission. His thumb grazes your lip and you take it in his mouth. You let your tongue swirl around it like you're sucking a lollipop. You pathetically grind your cunt on his cock. He lets out a groan as your tits bounce from the impact. He thinks that he definitely wants to see them bounce harder.

He grabs behind your neck and slams his lips against yours as his hands finally touch your tits. You moan into his mouth as he twists and pulls on your nipple while his other hand is reaching behind your ass to touch your leaking cunt. Your sweet moans bless his ears as he inserts his fingers into you. You rub your neglected clit on the tip of his leaking dick. You feel a void inside you that only his dick can fill.

"I need you now, Denki" you moan into his ears. He switches your positions so that he is on top of you. He pushes you deep into the cushion and thrusts his entire cock into you. You whine loudly from the impact as his cock stretches you from the inside. He loses all control as he slams into you harder and harder. Both of you are quite loud as you take each other. He lightly zaps your clit with his finger that sends a vibration down your pussy. You can't control the pleasure that engulfes you and the contractions you've been controlling till now loosens up as you squirt out on his dick. You cream his dick with your cum as he lets out loud groans and finishes inside you. He collapses on top of you with one of his hands find your tits as both of you pant heavily. He stares at your pretty cunt dripping with his load and puts his cock back in to prevent it from dripping. You cry out his name as you feel him getting hard again.

"Round 2?"

[roonieswag]

Out of the Public Eye (And Into the Mirror)

📋Summary: A quiet afternoon off during Sabrina's tour turns into a high-stakes game of endurance. The rules are simple: the first one to make a sound or beg for it to stop loses. Caught between the cold glass of the mirror and Sabrina’s unrelenting, commanding touch, your shyness stands no chance against her willpower.

🏷️Tags: Sabrina Carpenter x Female Reader, Smut, Exhibitionism Theme, Risk of Getting Caught, Praise Kink, Mild Hair Pulling, Height Difference, Body Worship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Sub!Reader, Dom!Sabrina, Quiet Sex, Overstimulation.

The wooden latch of the dressing room door fell with a sharp, definitive click, isolating the tiny cubicle from the rest of the high-end boutique. Outside, the soft ambient piano music and the distant echo of the employees' footsteps on the marble floor only heightened the dead silence inside the fitting room.

Sabrina stood with her back to you, wrapped in a dark silk dress so tight it looked molded to her skin. The design left the delicate line of her spine bare, interrupted only by a golden zipper that had stopped halfway up.

"Hey, I need some help with a zipper in the back, I can't reach it" she said in that innocent voice, dragging out her words with a feigned sweetness you already knew all too well.

You took a step forward, reaching out your hands to slide the metal pull up, but before your fingers could even brush the silk, Sabrina turned around with deliberate slowness.

Her blue eyes gleamed, caught in the reflection of the massive mirror covering the back wall.

Instead of giving you space, she stepped forward, cornering you.

She forced you backward until your spine was just inches away from the glass, trapped between the chill of the mirror and the unbearable heat radiating from her body.

"Sabrina, not here, baby, please..." you whispered, feeling the air escape your lungs.

Your natural shyness flared up instantly, flushing your cheeks a bright pink. You knew how risky this was; the heavy curtain and the wooden door were the only things separating you from the empty store.

Sabrina let out a low chuckle, a vibration you felt right against your chest. She leaned into you, brushing her lips against your ear.

"Shh... What's the rush, sweetheart? You know exactly how much I love it when we could be overheard" she whispered, her warm breath making you shudder.

Instead of a quick, chaotic encounter, Sabrina decided the punishment would be slow, precise, and agonizing. With an overwhelming confidence that completely contrasted with her petite height, she brought one of her hands up to the back of your neck.

She slid her fingers through your hair, gripping it firmly—a gentle but unyielding tug that forced your head back. Her goal was clear: to keep your face tilted up, forcing you to stare directly into the mirror while her lips went down to devour the skin of your neck.

Your hands, searching for an anchor against the weakness in your knees, went straight to her tiny waist. The size difference between the two of you was obvious, but in this cramped space, Sabrina completely dominated her surroundings.

Your eyes met hers in the reflection; she was staring at you with shameless intensity, studying every twitch of your face as she bit along your jawline.

The pace grew urgent because time was running against them, but Sabrina wouldn't yield control. She pushed you firmly, pinning your body against the mirror. The contrast of the freezing glass against your burning back made you gasp.

Instantly, Sabrina’s free hand shot up to your face, covering your mouth with her palm to stifle any sound, reminding you with a look that anyone outside could catch the slightest echo.

You were submissive by nature, and the consensual yet strict way she handled you completely disarmed you, but the built-up tension made you want to play your own cards.

Sliding underneath her grip in one fluid motion, you dropped to your knees on the plush dressing room carpet.

Sabrina looked down, surprised, but her crooked smile returned even stronger at the sight of your submission.

Without touching bare skin yet, you pressed your face against the crotch of her silk dress. You began to rub against her slowly, moving aside the short fabric covering her thighs, sliding your nose and lips over the fabric of her damp panties, licking the material right where her heat was concentrated.

A trapped gasp escaped Sabrina’s throat, and her nails dug into your shoulders.

Before you could keep sabotaging her endurance, Sabrina grabbed you by the arms and, with an unbelievable strength for her size, hauled you off the floor in one single yank, forcing you to stand in front of the mirror once again.

Her breathing was a bit faster now, her eyes darkened with desire.

"Such a bad girl..." she muttered in a filthy whisper, slipping her hand under your clothes with ruthless precision.

When her fingers, already prepared, made direct contact with you, you had to bite your bottom lip until it nearly bled. Sabrina’s fingering was rhythmic, tortuously slow at first, and then devastatingly deep. She knew exactly which buttons to push to make you lose your mind.

Your eyes drifted to the reflection of your own body. Because of the position and the way Sabrina was pinning you against the glass, your large breasts were accentuated, bouncing heavily with your shallow, ragged breaths.

Sabrina noticed your gaze in the mirror, and a spark of pure possessiveness crossed her eyes. She brought her free hand down to squeeze one of your breasts, revelling in the texture.

"God, you drive me crazy..." she murmured against your ear, her voice husky and heavy with thick lust. "You have no idea what I’d give to see your tits bouncing on me right now, my love. Look at how worked up you get just hearing it. You're gonna lose the game, I know it."

"Sabrina... please," you begged in a thin thread of a voice, breaking your own resistance. Tears of frustration and absolute pleasure welled up in your eyes.

You tried to suppress too many whimpers, but the movements of her fingers inside you grew faster, relentless, pushing you over the edge.

The scene reached its absolute peak. Both of you were completely on the brink; breath held, bodies slick with sweat, and skin burning against the cold surface of the fitting room.

The game was no longer just about who could last longer, but who could make the other beg for the end first. Sabrina gritted her teeth, keeping up the frantic pace of her hand while pressing herself against you, trembling too, seeking your mouth to drown out her own noises in a wet, hungry kiss just as your body collapsed into a violent orgasm that made you shake from head to toe.

The orgasm shattered you with such sudden violence that the last wall of your endurance completely crumbled. A sharp, broken moan loaded with a sweet desperation escaped your throat, echoing loudly against the glass of the mirror.

You had lost. But before the echo of your surrender could drift past the wooden dressing room door, Sabrina’s palm slapped over your mouth, smothering the sound right against your lips.

With her fingers still buried deep inside your intimacy, feeling the rhythmic, uncontrollable contractions of your climax, Sabrina smiled.

A pure, dark satisfaction flared in her blue eyes, sending shivers down your spine. She held you tightly, crushing your body against the freezing mirror while catching your sobs under her hand, moving her fingers in one last, agonizingly slow goodbye caress that stretched out the intensity of your orgasm until the final tremor subsided.

She leaned into your ear, her own breathing a little heavier than usual, though her voice was already regaining that dangerously controlled tone.

"You sound delicious, baby" she whispered, dragging out her words in that signature way of hers that made you shudder. "But those little beautiful noises are for my ears only. Don't you forget it."

With an agonizing slowness, Sabrina withdrew her hand from under your clothes. She forced you to hold her gaze in the reflection as she brought her wet fingers up to her lips.

Without breaking eye contact with your wide, startled eyes, she slid her tongue over them, licking the warmth of your own fluid off her fingers with shameless slowness, tasting you completely.

You barely had time to process the intensity of the gesture before the atmosphere shifted instantly. Sabrina took a step back, breaking physical contact and regaining the composure of a pop star in the blink of an eye.

She walked over to the mirror, using her fingers to neatly adjust the blonde strands of her hair, and pulled a lipstick out of her bag, touching herself up with an astounding calmness, as if she had just been trying on clothes.

She turned back to you, who were still leaning against the cold glass trying to catch your breath and find your balance on trembling knees. She leaned in and gave you a quick, incredibly soft kiss on the lips—a tender, almost innocent contrast designed to soothe the frantic racing of your heart.

"You look beautiful when you lose," she winked at you with an angelic smile, before her expression turned deliciously authoritative. "Now, button those pants up. You need to get out of here.”

She turned the latch with a clean click and stepped out into the boutique with total naturalness, greeting the employees as if nothing had happened.

You were left alone in the cubicle, your cheeks burning a crimson fire, your heart in your throat, and your hands fumbling clumsily as you desperately tried to pull yourself back together before you had to walk out and follow her.

[masochist-ares]

Walking into the apartment, I’m greeted by the creaking hinges of the door and moans in the bedroom that carry to the doorway with ease. They’ve been going at it long before I get home. I knew it from the way our bunny’s moans are progressively getting loud and breathless. The way I can hear soft mumbling from the other side of the apartment. Our bunny panting and groaning in response. God, they’re both so fucking hot.

Kick off my work boots, and sigh, leaning back against the closed door. Feel the craving deep inside of me with every breathless moan I can hear. Every cry of a name, or hitch of a breath that makes its way down the hall. The throbbing between my thighs is so immediate I almost have to steady myself.

The door to the bedroom is open when I peer down the hallway. An established invitation. I’d been really looking forward to a shower, but fuck it, I can wait. There are other ways to rid a long day from my mind.

The moans are more muffled when I tap tap tap the bedroom door before walking in, dragging a kitchen chair behind me. Hey you two. Don’t worry about me. Y’all keep having your fun. Our bunny looks up at me for only a moment, mouth full of our mutts cock. I pause, the scrap of the chair legs ceasing as I drink in my lovers forms. Bunny on top, getting their hole eaten, in handcuffs, as our mutt thrusts into their mouth desperately. He’s so focused he hardly acknowledges me, only a quick glance and a hum as he keeps going.

Perfect view. I sit, arms crossed, smug smile on my face. Stretching and rolling my shoulders, relaxing to the sound of groans and pleasure. Such a good mutt. Knows exactly where he belongs. Exactly how to please our bunny. And such a good bunny following directions so good. Not that there’s much direction besides suck and stay put. But lord do they do it well.

I feel my cock getting harder, hole getting wetter as I watch. I could sit back like this for hours, and drink them both in. Messes for one another, grinding and thrusting. As happy as I am to receive both or either of their attention, it makes me hot under the collar to see how much they like each other. How much they enjoy each other. The need, the yearning, the lust. The want.

The mutt begins to thrust harder into the bunny’s mouth. Groaning against our bunny’s hole, an adorable little indication he’s close. I hope you’re prepared to keep going mutt. Y’all getting me so hot and bothered and expecting me to just watch?

You two cum first. I can wait that long. Stretch and unwind. But after, I’m getting my turn with your perfect bodies. So c’mon. Be a good dog and cum. Not too far behind, are you bunny? Let me see it. Let me see you two wreck one another in greed and pleasure. And after you’re properly wrecked, I’ll take the scraps of your ruined bodies between my teeth. Making messes of each other, it’s only fair if I get a turn.

[jaja-salute]

hi ^_^ can i request y/n caught seungcheol in his big glory form nakedly masturbating by his apartment living room big window that faces your living room too and it has become a routine between both of you, he put on a show for somebody to watch him pleasuring himself while y/n just keep on gawking and keep this show by herself in secret like a pervert voyeurism enjoyer y/n is and seungcheol nvr found out, he just enjoy the thrill of being nakedly expose and probability of being seen in his big glory nude and the dirty facial expression he shows.

I get tgis idea after watching Scoups b-day live, he’s so fucking hot. With that short blonde hair and big muscle and tan skin 🥵 thats the image that came to me with the idea of cheol voyeurism.

Uuuh spicy, I like it.

Perverted men are my favourite breed. I hope this will live up to your expectations, and thank you for entrusting this to me!

Enjoy :)

It started on a, fucking. Random. Wednesday. At least make it a sexy and relaxed Friday night, you think, but no, oh hell no, your neighbour, or rather the guy in the building in front of yours, with that stupidly massive floor to ceiling windows had to put on a show with absolutely no warning or whatsoever.

The first time, it happened two weeks ago, after the nth long and tiring day at works in the last two months. You had to do overtime, again. You enter your apartment complex, throw your shoes off and yourself on the couch. You only bothered to light on the lamp beside your seat, dimly illuminating a few meters in the space of your living room. Not that you needed that much light, as the complex in front of yours apparently was taking care of your electricity bill by partially illuminating your living space.

As you start stripping yourself of your clothes, now laying on your back and trying to get your pantyhose off your legs, with the corner of your eye you notice a faint movement.

The moment you turn your head, you find yourself flipping it back to the speed of light. "What the fuck??!!" you stumble off your couch and hide behind it, muttering in disbelief, and after a few seconds to gather some courage you peek again towards the adjacent building.

He was manspreading on his overly expensive couch, naked from the waist down, and his shirt spread open, flashing thick layers of meaty muscles. Your gaze landed on his thighs, slightly jumping from time to time, then your attention returned to the main reason that disrupted another boring evening.

He was pumping himself lazily, cock thick and long enough you would be crying while choking around it, if you squinted you could see the drops of precum leaking down his length and count the veins adorning it.

"Fucking hell..." you whisper to yourself, as if the stranger, the stupidly sexy and big and strong stranger, could even hear you. His head was thrown back, and it was gnawing your brain to know what kind of face is behind all that beef.

But as he was about to raise his head and show himself, you retreated behind the couch. Realisation of what you had just saw, and the consequential involvement of your conscience, made you retreat to your room in shame for spying on your neighbour.

Well, it wasn't actually spying, right? He was in front of his window, light on and masturbating, anyone from your apartment could see him! You try to reason with yourself on your way to work.

Once behind your desk, you get a notification for a meeting regarding a project. You step into the elevator, your supervisor and some more people joining. "Good morning, Mr. Choi." you greet him politely, which he responds only with a nod, still talking with one of his colleagues.

That evening, you manage to get home at a reasonable hour, getting dinner ready. After settling on the couch to watch some TV, you notice that the lights are still off in the building in front of you. You take one last glance while brushing your teeth, and almost choke with the toothpaste foam in your mouth.

Once again, manspreading and beating that cock like a madman, sits the stranger. He looks desperate tonight, almost in a hurry. His face is still not in sight. It kept you awake more time than you liked to admit.

An unusual sight greets you at the café this morning, Mr. Choi, yawning three times in a row while standing in line for his coffee. "Morning, sir." you say with a chuckle. "Oh? Hi Y/N, are you getting coffee too-" the 'o' gets dragged by another yawn, and you muffle a laugh. "Did you work until late last night?" He slightly blushes at your question, clearing his throat, "I had, trouble sleeping, you know, the deadlines-" "We are way ahead with our work sir." His blush deepens, and he looks at your mischievous expression, narrowing his eyes, "You have no right to make fun of me when that concealer is doing a poor job for covering your poor sleep." And he grins after hearing your gasp.

Your evenings for the following days peak with the lewd entertainment provided by the horny exhibitionist on the other side of your windows, and you find yourself waiting for him and what will he do that night. You catch him always when he has already started, and you are unable to wait until he finishes, always backing off in your room out of embarrassment.

The turnover happened on Saturday, first week of the show closing in. You had a quiet evening in mind, sipping some red and binge-watching a series, finally enjoying some peace. You were determined to stay from start to finish tonight, and nothing could make you flee.

By the first flick of the light across the building, you turned your whole attention on him. He fumbled a bit in what you figured could be his kitchen, then slipped in another room. He emerged after some time, towel draped around his waist, disappearing in the kitchen again and strolling with a bottle, beer?, in hand, finally entering the living room.

Thankfully you have drank your wine already and set the glass on the floor away from you, because that would be definitely spilled by now.

Choi Seungcheol.

Mr. Choi.

Your supervisor is the man living in the building in front of yours. The man putting on a show every evening. The man masturbating in front of you desperately. You are frozen in place, gawking at him, only in that stupid towel that is doing absolutely nothing to hide the half hard on he is already sporting.

You can't divert your gaze even when he starts palming himself through the cloth. Not when he pulls it off. Not when he is fully fisting his cock and making the most obscene expressions you have ever seen a man make.

Brows knitted together, eyes watching how his hand is gliding up and down his shaft, mouth parted. God, you wished to hear him. Was he grunting? Growling deep and low, coming straight from his chest? Or was he moaning, without shame nor restraint. Was he whining, pleading to be helped?

Your hand was already in your panties, brushing over your cunt, tentative caresses to rile you up, at the same pace at which he was teasing himself. When he started pumping himself with more vigour, his eyes rolled back and his head followed, his thighs spreading disgustingly open, balls in sight and tightening sporadically. You whined at the sight, too engrossed in him to even think about shame, while speeding up your fingers abusing your clit.

He kept fucking his fist slumped against the couch, until he starts speeding up, and his head rises from the backrest.

He looks like a fever dream.

Beads of sweat forming a crown on his forehead, dripping from his temples, broad chest heaving with each pump. His eyes are glazed, foggy and almost teary, his free hand gripping on the cushion besides him. Muscles tense, flexed with raw strength and restraint. His mouth is hanging open, and it makes you wonder if he will drool on himself at some point. He jolts for a first time, expression almost pained, then he jolts for a second time, his knees bucking.

He slides on his knees down to the floor, hand still fucking his cock. His hips bucking into his hand. He is hiding his face, gaze turned down. You feel yourself getting close, your own thighs twitching.

Then he rises his head, and presents the most fucked out expression he managed to make tonight. He cums on the floor, his hips thrusting violently against his hand, he almost gets cross-eyed, mouth open and tongue peeking out, eyebrows shooting up. You manage to keep your eyes open when you cum, hard, not wanting to miss even a breath of his.

Monday was a pure nightmare. He was completely oblivious of everything, and you were torn between gobbling his cock down your throat in the break room, or throw a fit at him for public indecency when in your building lived families and the lovely elderly couple right on the floor below you. But then you remember he performs after eleven, and you are just thinking about how you want to fuck him, wanting to hear each of his sounds, making you wonder how good he feels.

After the second week of the healthiest amount of masturbation you have ever done in your life and wetting your panties at the mere smell of his cologne, you've had enough.

At the end of your shift on Friday night, you had to hand in a report, addressed to no other than your supervisor. So after gathering all your things, sliding a sticky note and your drenched lace panties in the folder, you took the elevator up to his floor, knocked on his door and handed in your report with a smile. You bid him goodbye and goodnight, then watch the look of pure horror coat his features.

You look good when you cum, care to finish in me tonight?

The address is XX- Xxxx, or just across your own.

I love perverted men. Link to part 2