She Gets Off Watching the Pool Boy Work!

She stood at her bedroom window, the warm breeze brushing against her bare skin as she gazed down at the pool boy. The way he moved—confident, strong, shirt clinging to his body—sent waves of heat through her. She leaned against the frame, her fingers drifting lower as her body responded to the scene below. Each motion he made stirred something deeper inside her. She imagined the feel of those hands on her, the weight of his body, the heat of his breath. Her touch grew more intense, her breaths quicker, hips pressing into her palm as the pressure built. She didn't need to be near him. Just watching from above, lost in her own pleasure, was more than enough. Her climax came fast, hard, and full—leaving her body trembling and her mind craving more. It was raw desire, pure release, and all hers. See me at INTERNALDRIVE Faphouse fan club.