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more perv neighbor simon? pleasee

pervy neighbour! simon who spends his evenings watching you on the cameras he’s installed, with one hand down his pants and the other swigging a beer. he ogles you, all pretty and dolled up in your baby pink lingerie, as you hump your pillow like the desperate whore you are.
pervy neighbour! simon who watches you throw your head back in utter pleasure, eyes closed, back arched and fingers nursing your little clit. in his eyes you couldn’t be more beautiful, close to nude, lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched. you truly are a sight for sore eyes.
pervy neighbour! simon who swipes at his cock as you speed up the pace of your hips, callused fist rubbing up and down his hardened and already leaking length. his eyes are glued to the way your hand rubs at your spasming clit and his ears perk up as you start to wine. he’s watched you long enough and listened to you enough times to know you're about to cum.
pervy neighbour! simon who's completely confused when stop your lewd movements and look up to stare directly at the camera in your bedroom. his hand stutters on his girth and his mouth dries.
pervy neighbour! simon watches as you remove your hand from your core and dismantle your now drenched pillow. you slowly manoeuvre yourself onto your back and spread your legs, giving him a clear and direct view of your glistening pussy. you raise your delicate hand and motion at the camera with your pointer finger, almost as though you were motioning him to come over, to coax him out of hiding.
pervy neighbour! simon who’s confused once more, befuddled, lost… he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what this means….
pervy neighbour! simon who jerks at the sound of your voice. he listens adamantly to to your velvety tone call for him, almost whine desperately for him to come over. “i know you’re watching me simon. are you not gonna come over and fuck me?”.
pervy neighbour! simon who’s up out and out, almost sprinting to your block and up the stairs to your floor. he doenst bother knock, just uses the copy of they key he’d made himself and marches to your room....
