She was supposed to be asleep. The curtains weren’t drawn tight enough, though — just a crack where the light spilled out. Thick thighs pressed together, barely hiding the way her hips rocked when she thought no one was looking. Then came the slow unbuttoning of that blouse, exposing cleavage so heavy it made your jaw drop. A single finger tracing down her stomach before slipping beneath those orange-striped panties. The dildo appeared first between her tits, slick with something darker than spit. She bit her lip as it slid lower—pushing through wet folds already glistening with arousal—while one hand crept up to adjust something behind the headboard (a camera? a mirror?).
