The Cottage Part 2 – The Voyeur (Edited)
Her pussy itched. Cherie’s slender index finger slid down the damp crotch of her skin-tight, acid-wash denim shorts into the heat of her groin. Her hard, french-manicured nail pushed against the taught fabric of her shorts, only just catching the fold of her labia. Her slim lips – adorned with Cherie’s trademark hotrod-red lipstick – pulled into a joyful smile as she felt the summer afternoon’s wind pushing itself through her wavy, long blonde hair. With a rush of pleasure, and a hearty flex of her finger, the itch was scratched. Replacing her hand on the leather-wrapped steering wheel of her sleek red convertible, Cherie returned her focus to the empty, pothole-laden road unravelling before her. Maggie’s gonna be so surprised! She thought, nearly snorting with laughter, as she imagined the look on her old …