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I am snooping in your room hoping to find your stash of weed when I hear the front door rattle. Even though I could have nonchalantly walked out and pretended to be rifling through your CD collection, the devil possessed me to slip into your closet and stoop over amidst your musty clothes, shielded by that cheap, slatted door.
You're loaded and you stagger in with a woman on your arm. She's cute and a little bedraggled, but she falls giggling into your arms as you pull her to the bed. There is a long moment of silence when your dark shapes lay quietly on the covers and I still my breath to keep from revealing myself.
Then you break apart and she cries a little half-whine. There's more rustling and then I can see her naked breasts glowing white into my cage. She's mewling, which I would consider obnoxious if I couldn't hear that sexy slurping noise she makes as she gives you head. The noise gets louder and I can see your upturned face as you seem to stare straight through me.
My pussy is dripping because it craves . . . and my knees are trembling. I want to reach down and touch myself but there is no noise except for the sound she is making on your cock. Then, as if on cue, the light from a passing car illuminates your face as you cum. That drawn out expression of ecstasy bordering on agony makes my clit (no, my whole cunt) throb.
When she slides off you and passes out I wait impatiently for you to move, to fall asleep, but you lay propped on your elbows watching the closet.
"Fuck" I mutter to myself, then ease out of the closet. You're still watching me, expressionless. I pause at the door, about to make some gesture of apology. Then you lick your bottom lip and my jaw drops a fraction. I shut the door behind me.