I stood by the doorway, simply watching. She was lying on the bed, her legs stretched out in new black tights, and her movements were slow, almost lazy. She didn't know I was watching, or maybe she did. Not a word was spoken between us, but the air was tense. She began to move her hand, her hips rocking slowly, her lips parted, her fingers working faster and faster, her pussy getting wetter as I watched her pleasure herself so much.
