Peeping Playgirl
I can see you, but you can't see me
I'm outside your window, under the tree
I sit here night after night, watching you undress
My hands are down my panties, giving my body a caress
It turns me on, the way you stroke it before you sleep
My fingers are moving faster, they're plunging in deep
I can feel my climax building, I'm losing my mind
Picturing you tasting me, getting me from behind
Oh yeah..my fingers are wet..getting harder to think
And I'm rubbing in circles, almost to the brink
I want you in me, my mouth, anywhere.
Just look out the window, and call to me if you dare
Or just watch my juices, that just came glistening down my thighs
While my head is thrown back in ecstasy and I'm moaning towards the skies.
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