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Dr. Dangerfield nearly laughed aloud, but then she mentally scolded herself for asking such an asinine question. She’s probably sitting on the porcelain throne, while reading scriptures, she thought as she switched the camera from the balcony to the living room and then the bedroom. Krista was still in the bathroom.
Mmph.
With the door probably locked, Dr. Dangerfield mused.
She shook her head, switching the camera back to the balcony, back to Kendall.
“Yes,” she murmured as her gaze locked on his hand. “Stroke it, baby.”
And then her hand was back between her thighs, her fingers moving in sync to Kendall’s.
“Yes. Come for me,” she whispered. “Give me that sweet nut. Coat my pussy. Come all over my breasts.”
Dr. Dangerfield took her free hand and caressed her breasts, alternating between them. And then she used the same hand to finger her clit as she rotated her hips, grinding her ass into the sofa, her juices sliding over the leather.
She watched as Kendall glanced over his shoulder at the closed sliding door, before sliding a hand down into his boxers as he fisted his dick.
He threw his head back.
And Dr. Dangerfield’s eyes went wide.
Oooh, Is he playing in his ass?
She zoomed the other hidden camera for the balcony in on his ass, and watched his hand move there, too.
My God! He is playing with his . . . hole.
Now this newfound information was just too juicy.
Dr. Dangerfield licked her lips. She loved ass play. Loved a man comfortable enough in his masculinity, in his sexuality, bold enough to go there.
She thought it sexy.
She went wetter than she already was around her fingers.
Her orgasm rose.
But she held out.
Fought back the sweet ache that slowly spread through her loins.
And waited.
—For Kendall.
To come for her, come with her.
Dr. Dangerfield’s lips curled into a sly grin as Kendall slid the tip of his finger in his ass. Threw his head back.
And came.
Finally . . .
So did she.
Mm. This was better than porn. Well, scripted porn, that was. She kept her gaze trained on Kendall as his body jerked one last time, and then his hand came from out of his underwear. He glanced over his shoulder, again. Flung the nut from his fingers and hand over the balcony. He reached for the towel draped over the railing and then wiped his hands on it.
Dr. Dangerfield screamed in her head no, no, noooooo, and then cursed Krista for not being out there with him to lick up, to enjoy, to savor, the creamy fruits of his labor.
