Today, she stood at the window wearing only black lingerie. Swaying, just as he did, Phoebe could almost hear the music and feel the magic touch of his fingers strumming her.
Her own fingers began to play, sensually. Phoebe tossed her head the black curls tumbled down her back. With eyes closed, Phoebe gasped, biting her lip. Her fingers inched underneath the panties and discovered the velvety pussy lips that grew increasingly moist as she touched. Phoebe's fingers became very wet, and she rubbed more, the pink pearl increasing with her arousal.
“I want you!”She cried out, barely able to breathe, such was the orgasm that consumed her whole being. “Play me, play me!” Phoebe arched her back and screamed as she tipped over the edge.
Upon opening her eyes, Phoebe noticed the room opposite was empty.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. “I saw you watching me . I'd like to know you better.”