One thought on “Housesitting

  1. escriterra

    One can imagine the state of the man’s predicament — caught red-handed pleasuring himself to the pictures of the woman for whom he’d been housesitting.

    “No,” she’d say, her gaze traveling up and down his naked form. “Continue. I’ll just watch.”

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