Hidden In Bush: Voyeur Watches Sexy Young Woman Shower
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Sneaking To Spy On Sexy Young Woman In The Shower
Oliver crouched behind the dense lilac bush that lined the young woman’s garden. His breath caught as he peered through the slightly fogged bathroom window.
The evening sun bathed the room in a golden glow, and there she stood: Eva, a vision that intoxicated his senses. Her athletic body, firm and supple, moved with a grace that captivated him. She stepped into the shower, closed the glass door, and water cascaded down onto her skin.
Oliver edged closer, his knees digging into the soft earth. He blinked, trying to catch every detail. Eva reached for the shampoo bottle, a sleek white container with a green cap.
She squeezed a thick dollop into her palm, and the scent of lavender and lemon wafted through the tilted window to him. She lathered the shampoo, her fingers working through her long, chestnut hair.
Strands clung to her neck as water streamed over her shoulders in torrents. Her hands slid lower, massaging her scalp, and a soft hum reached Oliver’s ears—a delicate, unconscious melody she sang.
His heart pounded in his chest. He slipped a hand into his jeans, found his penis, already pulsing. He gripped it, rubbed slowly, his eyes fixed on Eva. She rinsed the shampoo out, tilting her head back, water splashing in all directions.
Droplets beaded over her high cheekbones, slid across her full lips, which she parted slightly to catch a splash. Her neck arched elegantly, and Oliver saw the fine line of her collarbones etched beneath her skin.
Hot Young Woman's Soapy Hands On Her Hot Body
Eva now reached for the shower gel, a turquoise bottle she opened with a soft click. She squeezed a generous portion into her hand, and the scent of sea salt and jasmine filled the air.
She rubbed her hands together, creating a creamy foam. Her fingers brushed over her arms, lathering the skin, which gleamed in the setting sun’s light. She lifted one leg, propped it on the edge of the shower tray, and spread the gel over her thigh.
Her muscles tensed, firm and defined from years of training. Oliver stared at the curve of her perfect butt, firm and plump, as she leaned forward slightly.
A water droplet hung at the edge of her cheek, trembled briefly, then fell, landing with a tiny splash on the tiles.
Oliver’s hand moved faster, gripping his penis, hard and hot in his fist. He bit his lip, stifling a moan, as Eva slid her hands over her flat stomach. She circled with her fingers, lathering the foam, and a trickle of white bubbles flowed down, pooling between her thighs.
She turned slightly, offering him a side view of her body. Her breasts, full and firm, rose with each breath. Her nipples, pink and erect, stood out as cool water streamed over them.
She ran her hands up, cupped her breasts, kneaded them gently, foam seeping between her fingers. Oliver gasped softly, his hand pumping rhythmically, a bead of sweat running down his temple.
Showerhead Teases Young Woman's Naked Body
Eva bent down, grabbed the showerhead hanging on the wall. She aimed the stream at her back, letting water rush over her spine. Steam rose in clouds, enveloping her like a veil.
She turned, held the showerhead over her shoulders, and water pounded her butt, splashing everywhere. She directed the stream lower, between her legs, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Oliver froze, his hand pausing, as he heard the sound. His penis twitched in his hand, urging for more, and he rubbed again, faster, the friction building a heat that shot through his body.
She set the showerhead back, turned off the water. The silence in the bathroom was broken only by the drip of the faucet, a soft, rhythmic plop. Eva stepped out of the shower, reached for a fluffy white towel draped over a stool.
She patted her skin dry, starting at her shoulders, brushing over her arms, then her stomach.
She lifted one leg onto the stool, dried her thigh, and Oliver saw the fine line of her calf muscle tense. She wrapped the towel around her body, but it slipped slightly, revealing a curve of her butt before she pulled it tighter.
Oliver swallowed, his throat dry, his hand moving frantically, the pressure in his penis building.
Hot Woman Oils Sexy Butt In The Bathroom
Eva stepped to the mirror above the sink. She opened a drawer, pulled out a tube of body lotion, white with a gold cap. She unscrewed the lid, squeezed a thick, creamy mass into her hand.
The scent of vanilla and shea butter drifted to Oliver, sweet and heavy. She rubbed the lotion between her palms, warming it, then stroked it over her arms. Her fingers moved in long, slow motions, massaging the cream in until her skin gleamed.
She lifted a leg, propped it on the stool again, and spread the lotion over her thigh. Her hands circled, pressing the cream into her skin, and Oliver saw her fingers tremble slightly as they reached the inside of her thigh.
She bent forward, and her butt tensed, round and perfect, the skin shimmering in the soft bathroom light.
Oliver’s breath came in gasps. His hand flew over his penis, rubbing hard and fast, the tip slick with moisture. He braced his free hand on the bush, twigs snapping softly under his weight.
Eva reached for more lotion, squeezed another dollop from the tube. She rubbed her hands, applied the cream to her stomach, stroking in wide circles. Her fingers dipped lower, brushing the edge of her pubic mound, and Oliver clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to moan loudly.
She raised her arms, massaged the lotion into her shoulders, and her breasts bounced slightly with the motion.
A drop of lotion fell, landed on her nipple, and she wiped it away, rubbing the cream in until the skin was smooth and silky.
Hidden Orgasm Secretly Watching Naked Young Woman
Eva turned, offering Oliver another view of her butt. She bent slightly, applied lotion to her calves, her fingers gliding over the firm muscles. She straightened, stroked her cheeks, kneading the cream in, and the skin shimmered, soft and inviting.
Oliver gasped, his body tensing. He watched her screw the tube shut, place it back in the drawer. She reached for a silk robe, pink and sheer, hanging on a hook.
She slipped into it, tied the belt loosely, and the fabric clung to her curves, revealing the contours of her body.
Oliver couldn’t hold back. His penis twitched violently, and he came, hot and pulsing, into his hand. He bit his tongue, stifling a moan, as his body shook. Sweat dripped from his forehead, mixing with the damp earth beneath him.
Eva brushed a strand of hair back, glanced in the mirror, and her lips curved into a tiny, satisfied smile. She turned, walked to the door, and the click of her bare feet on the tiles echoed in Oliver’s ears. She vanished from the bathroom, and the door closed softly.
Oliver sank back, leaning against the bush. His breath raced, his hand sticky, and his penis softened slowly.
He wiped himself on his jeans, stared once more at the window, where the steam was fading. His heart pounded, a shiver running down his spine. He crawled backward, away from the bush, stood, and stumbled through the garden, images of
Eva burning into his memory. The sound of the water, the scent of jasmine, the curve of her butt, the gleam of her skin—everything swirled in his head. He crept through the dusk, the longing for her blazing on, a fire that wouldn’t die.
