Night watch

He watches her.

She is posing, twisting her body around to get the best angles for pictures. Her luscious tits, her ripe ass, her pretty cunt.

He watches as she lies down on the bed, arms stretched above her head, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles into the camera.

He watches as she dips her fingers into her cunt and slides them into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them to make it clear how much she is enjoying the taste of herself.

He watches as the playing becomes less of an act and she begins to rub herself in earnest.

He watches as the flush creeps over her skin, her head twisting as her hips buck against her fingers, her breathing ragged as she urges herself on.

He watches as she pushes her feet into the mattress, lifting her ass off the bed as she fucks her cunt with her fingers.

He watches the juices ooze out of her greedy hole and slide towards her asshole, and feels his cock harden at the thought of fucking her.

She is looking into the camera now; she is cumming. She is panting her need and her thanks and her desire in a jumble of words, smiling as the pleasure tears through her body and makes her shake.

He watches as her juices spill through her fingers and soak the sheets, her head thrown back, the room filling with her guttural moans and the smell of sex.

He watches as she swings her legs over the side of the bed and picks up her discarded clothes and walks into the bathroom. He hears her turn on the shower, and a minute later the sound of her singing as she stands under the water and washes away her sins.

He slips from the shadows and out into the night, watching no more.