MacSlither
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I asked your boyfriend Brad if I could use the upstairs bathroom during the party. He was mostly drunk and told me upstairs, first door on the left and then went on yucking it up with his chums.
I went upstairs, and went to the left. A little drunk from tequila. As I opened the door I heard noise coming from the door across the hallway. It sounded like sex.
I smiled to myself and went into the bathroom. I swayed a little back and forth as I urinated. i looked drunkenly at myself in the mirror and washed my hands taking a moment to push a wet hand over my short brown hair in an attempt to neaten it. As I was about to go downstairs, I stopped and listened at the doorway aceoss the hall again. Sex sounds. I smiled mischievously.
I opened the door a little for a peek (I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't been drinking the tequila).
I saw you lying on the bed knees up and open. You were dressed only in bra and panties. Dimly lit from the tv. Your hand was slowly massaging inside your panties and your eyes were partially closed, sighing a little. On the tv was a vintage porn. On the screen, some dude with a 70s mustache and a hairy chest was entertaining himself with a busty brunette with a hairy bush in a rose garden. His tongue was currently lapping at her pussy. I silently stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me. The room was dark except for the light from the television.
You didnt notice me yet...I felt my cock pressing my jeans as I listened to the wet sounds of your pussy and your quiet moans mixed with the 70s bravado coming from the tv. Id long thought your boyfriend Brad was a lucky guy...
I put a hand against the front of my jeans, tracing the shape of my cock softly, and waited to see how youd react when you saw me.
I went upstairs, and went to the left. A little drunk from tequila. As I opened the door I heard noise coming from the door across the hallway. It sounded like sex.
I smiled to myself and went into the bathroom. I swayed a little back and forth as I urinated. i looked drunkenly at myself in the mirror and washed my hands taking a moment to push a wet hand over my short brown hair in an attempt to neaten it. As I was about to go downstairs, I stopped and listened at the doorway aceoss the hall again. Sex sounds. I smiled mischievously.
I opened the door a little for a peek (I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't been drinking the tequila).
I saw you lying on the bed knees up and open. You were dressed only in bra and panties. Dimly lit from the tv. Your hand was slowly massaging inside your panties and your eyes were partially closed, sighing a little. On the tv was a vintage porn. On the screen, some dude with a 70s mustache and a hairy chest was entertaining himself with a busty brunette with a hairy bush in a rose garden. His tongue was currently lapping at her pussy. I silently stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me. The room was dark except for the light from the television.
You didnt notice me yet...I felt my cock pressing my jeans as I listened to the wet sounds of your pussy and your quiet moans mixed with the 70s bravado coming from the tv. Id long thought your boyfriend Brad was a lucky guy...
I put a hand against the front of my jeans, tracing the shape of my cock softly, and waited to see how youd react when you saw me.
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