Chapter 19: Neighbors Know Things

His erection slammed into her smooth kitty, in and out. The camera did not give a great view, but I could zoom in until her kitty and his dick filled the screen.

Her mons looked like little mountains, with her clit engorged with blood, while his veiny penis, which glistened in the kitchen light, slammed into her. Wisps of white foam covered the shaft and the edge of her outer labia. He also shaved, but had razor burn and a small cut on his pubic symphysis, while Mrs. Reynolds did not, because I did such a great job. His two superficial epigastric veins, just above his penis, throbbed, while the superficial dorsal vein of his penis bulged and almost looked like it would burst.

My kitty twinged, itched, and needed attention, so I leaned back, slipped my pants and panties down, and rubbed my clit. Wet from earlier when I shaved Mrs. Reynolds, and from the video with Mom and Dad, and now with the close-up of the nameless guy fucking Mrs. Reynolds’s beautiful pussy, my finger slipped around, pressed, caused shivers, electricity, lust, heat, and everything awesome to fill my body.

He pulled out till his the glans of his penis showed, rubbed her inner labia with it, then shoved the whole penis, shaft, all the way to his scrotum, into her vagina. He missed a strip of pubic hair that made a dark line between his dick and his belly button, almost like a road between the two places. My gaze darted between the screen, my calendar, the singer, to the drawer with the vibrator, and back to the screen. Kitty juice, vaginal discharge, leukorrhea, love juice, coated my fingers, and a slight sour scent filled my room.

My gaze darted between the drawer, with Pol’s evil vibrator present, and the screen, with the close-up dick inside the close-up kitty. I moistened my lips as I inhaled my heavy kitty scent, vaginal scent, odor, caused by Lactobacilli bacteria. My legs pushed against my blankets as I tried for a more upright position, to watch better, to finger better. God, I wished I could watch live, or join, because, wow, did I want to do such naughty stuff.

I glanced at my calendar as I rubbed, then the singer, with his deep blue eyes, sexy face, pouty lips, and slight stubble. A smooth chest except for a bit of hair just below the sternum, that trailed down to his belly button and thickened till it disappeared in his blue jeans, just below the long horn belt buckle. Too cool, too sexy.

My gaze fell to my phone where it showed the edge of the table. They had disappeared. Frantic, I fumbled with my phone, juices smeared the screen as I tried to adjust the controls and find out where they had gone. The screen jumped randomly as more of my juices smeared across it, but I found them in the bedroom, Mrs. Reynolds naked on the bed, and the guy’s strong, muscled back blocked the camera’s view of Mrs. Reynolds’s breasts. Her mouth wide open and eyes closed, the back of his head beside her right ear, and his firm ass clenched, as he fucked.