Surveillance shenanigan’s

voyeur phone sex

I’ve often heard about the creep in the surveillance room at this fashion shop I love to frequent. Rumour has it that the guy loves to target hot girls and watch them in the dressing room. A little peeping tom of some sorts. My fucked up mind had me thinking about a plan. So as soon as I concoct it, I’m ready to push it forward. I’m in the mood for some spring break bikinis, and I want to try them all on in that specific dressing room. 

The idea he’s watching turns me on, so I go straight to rubbing my bald twat and fantasize about what he’s doing. I’m so sure he’s watching me in real-time, stroking his dick away. It makes me so wet that I begin to drip everywhere. I think about Voyeur phone sex and the fact that I’m being watched by perv. 

As soon as I’m done, I pack all my stuff out and go to check out and take all my hot new bikinis. On my way out, a guy bumps into me, and I can tell it’s the pervert in the surveillance room by his tag. I wink and smile, and I know his jaw just about drops.

 

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