Janitor Peeps On Sexy Young College Girls
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Horny Man Peeps On Sexy Young Women
You get used to a lot in this job. The musty smell of old heating pipes. Clogged drains. Mold behind the tiles. And the endless knocking, begging, and whining of the students.
But today… today was different.
I was actually on my way to the fuse box. Third floor, right hallway. A breaker had blown, routine stuff. My toolbox clattered with every step. But as I walked past Room 3B, I stopped.
I don’t know exactly why. Maybe it was the sound. A laugh—not loud, more muffled. Feminine. Hot. I heard it again. Then a soft, throaty moan. And I did what I shouldn’t have done.
I set the box down, stepped closer to the door, bent down. The keyhole was old, like most things in this building. And wide enough.
I saw light. A soft, warm glow coming from a lamp next to the bed. And then—two bodies.
Two women.
The blonde was half-sitting on the mattress, wearing only a tight white T-shirt. Her bare thighs glistened in the light, legs spread. The brunette knelt between them, still fully dressed, but already with her hands under the other’s shirt. Her fingers searched, slid. Slowly. Confidently.
I leaned in closer.
Moaning Blonde Strips For Her Naughty Brunette Friend
The blonde let her head fall back. Her lips parted. Her chest rose and fell quickly. The brunette pushed the shirt up: No bra. Small, taut breasts, pink nipples hard like buttons. The brunette leaned in and began to lick.
At first just with the tip of her tongue, light, flickering. Then with more pressure. She took the nipple between her lips, sucked it deep, then let go. The blonde gasped out loud.
I heard it through the door, a trembling sound, suppressed but unmistakable. Her hand rested on the brunette’s head, pressing her closer.
The brunette let go, kissed her way further down. Over her belly, her lower stomach. Then she opened the blonde’s jeans, slowly, button by button. No rush, no hurry. Zipper down. She pushed the pants over her hips with both hands.
The blonde lifted her hips, let it happen.
Underneath: a tiny pair of panties. White. Wet.
The brunette rubbed over them with two fingers. Circling. Pressing. The blonde moaned softly, pulled her legs up, spread them wider. I saw the brunette move the fabric aside. Her fingers slid in.
I felt my breath quicken. My pulse pounding in my ears. I stayed still, my eye pressed firmly to the keyhole.
Tongues, Thighs And Wet Skin: The Secret Lesbian Show
The brunette leaned in. Her tongue dipped in, flickered against the wet skin of the blonde. Then up again, over the clit. Soft. Fast. Then harder. The blonde’s legs twitched.
Then she stopped.
She sat up, pulled her own shirt over her head. Black lace bra. She unhooked it with one hand, let it fall. Her breasts were soft, round. She leaned down again, kissed the blonde. Deep. Wild. Their bodies pressed into each other.
Then came the moment that made me freeze.
The blonde turned. First onto her side, then laid flat on her back. The brunette pulled her panties all the way off. Then stepped out of her own jeans, slipping her panties off too.
Now both were naked.
They sat facing each other on the bed. The brunette lay back, the blonde followed. Their legs lifted, found each other. Knee to knee. Then: contact. The classic movement.
College Girls Go Wild In Raw, Grinding Scissor Sex
The scissoring. Oh yeah…
I saw how they rubbed against each other. Hips grinding. Wet on wet. The brunette grabbed the sheets with both hands, dug in. The blonde held onto her knees, pressing them tighter.
Their bodies moved in rhythm. Slow at first. Then faster.
Their voices filled the room. Hot, uncontrolled moaning. No one tried to be quiet anymore. The blonde laughed, dirty, grinding hard against the other. The brunette thrust her hips back, her whole body tensed.
I could see every muscle. Every twitch.
Sweat glistened on their thighs. Their mouths hung open, their fingers locked into each other. I saw their hips find each other, separate, and find again. The movement was raw. Direct. Without any shame.
They rubbed each other to the limit. No space left between them. Just skin, lust, friction.
Screaming Climax And A Creepy Voyeur
The blonde screamed first. Loud. Sharp. Her legs jerked, then locked up. She let her head fall to the side, her hands slipping off the brunette’s thighs.
But the brunette didn’t stop. She kept going, pushing against her, rubbing, driving herself forward. Her movements got faster, wilder, almost brutal. Then she froze. One last hard thrust—and she came.
Her whole body tensed. A sound, almost like a sob, escaped her. Then she collapsed to the side, breathing heavily, hair sticking to her face.
Silence. Just the panting. Two bodies, breathing hard, lying next to each other. Hands still on hips. Thighs slick, smeared.
I stepped back. Slowly. My hand trembled. I had to steady myself on the doorframe.
My pants were tight. My breath shallow. I was hot. Hard. Confused. And more than aroused. I heard movement again inside the room. Quiet giggling. Whispering. Maybe another kiss.
I walked down the hall, slow, silent. Toolbox in hand, but my head full of images.
The boiler room door was open. But I didn’t need a fuse anymore. Just my own hand.
