Peeping

Peeping Jane

I get off on viewing myself naked. I masturbate quite a bit and sometimes even fantasize that someone is watching me. Like the girl peeping in the window. I see her out of the corner of my eye. I slowly undo my robe and slide it off. I stand naked before the full-length mirror. I slide my hands underneath my breasts. They are full, firm and upthrust. My nipples are rubbery and erect; they need no stimulation–although it does feel good when I stroke them. I begin stroking my breasts and nipples, scraping my thumbs...

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