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Let's set the scene a very elegant, well to do area,
affluent people living in grand houses with perfect lawns and
pristine lives. The painter was working in that part of
the city daily, since that was his job for the
time being. He liked it. It was a quiet neighborhood
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where he could work smoothly, and it was peaceful most
of the time. That day, the painter was on top
of a house, standing on his ladder, specifically on the
second floor level, doing what he always did, which was
to paint and think about things while he worked. He
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was deciding in his mind what he would do after
this job ended. He was a young man, lively, and
he liked to go out. It was Friday, That's what
he would do after finishing his work. Suddenly, through the window,
a noise came to him. The window was half open,
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as if someone had forgotten to close it. The young
painter looked in as the noise was getting louder and louder.
He could not help but do so. It was some
kind of moaning perpetrated by a woman. He concentrated on
what he heard and focused his eyes more. He stared
without contemplation as his eyes scanned the window to the
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right of him. He quickly realized that the noise came
from a red headed woman lying on a bed with
her legs open and a hand and in the middle
of them. The painter couldn't look away. Once he realized
what it was all about, he peered closer, leaving the
painting aside, and watched as the woman masturbated. She had
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her legs wide open, her eyes closed. With one hand
she was touching one breast, pinching her nipple, and with
the other she was energetically nipping at her glitteress. She
moaned ferociously. She was alone and cared for nothing else.
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Her fingers were sliding hurriedly across her clit, then down
into her pussy. She would raise her hips, still clipping
her clit, wiggle on the bed, and grope her breasts.
Her intense moans were reaching the eager ears of the painter,
who had not resumed his work and instead stared hungrily
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at this sexy scene before him, his heart beating fast
in his chest and a bead of sweat falling slowly
down his cheek. He felt his cock growing more and more,
for this woman was such a turn on the young
painter could not believe his eyes. The woman had not
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noticed his presence and continued to pleasure herself, writhing on
the silk sheets in ecstasy. He continued to stare at
this ravishing beauty through the window. He bit his lower
lip and delighted and watching the beautiful woman relentlessly masturbating
inside the room. She had increased the speed of which
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she was inserting her fingers into her pussy. One finger
was no longer enough for her, she had added another,
and she was thrusting them in with great passion, moaning,
clutching her breasts. The man at the window looking on
with desire in his eyes. He had considered taking out
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his cock and jerking off, for it was beginning to hurt.
His penis was trapped in his pants. However, what he
wanted more than anything was to get into the room
and fuck the woman. God, he wanted to fuck her,
and that was what he was thinking about as he
rubbed his cock over his pants. Suddenly, she realized she
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was being watched. She had been about to come, but
she felt eyes watching her from a point outside her window.
She stopped and looked in that direction. The painter was
startled and tried to pretend he hadn't been watching her,
but it was too late. The woman had caught him
looking at her, but she was not angry. At first,
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she felt embarrassed. However, she had also become even more aroused.
She didn't bother to get up and see who it was,
for she had a rough eye idea. It was the painter.
It couldn't be anyone else. She had forgotten that he
was painting her house that day. A small smile creeping
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on her lips, she continued to masturbate. She liked the
idea of him watching her, and she was ready to
give him a show. She got down on all fours
on the bed, her ass exposed so he could see it,
and she fingered herself in that position, moaning more loudly,
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thrusting her fingers deep into her pussy. She wiggled her
ass and pulled her fingers out to take them into
her mouth, sucking on each of her fingers seductively. This
delighted the young painter, who had decided not to pull
his cock out and continued to masturbate over his denim overalls.
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He moved his hand faster and faster as she increased
the energy she put into masturbating. She had laid on
her back on the bed again and had gone from
moaning to screaming in minutes. The painter was desperate to
go in and join her, but she hadn't permitted him.
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He would have to settle for just watching her enjoy
herself on her own. She had gotten up and went
to her bedside table. From there, she pulled out a
vibrator and took it to the bed, Looking up at
the window in a very naughty way with a mischievous grin,
she was inserting the vibrator into her pussy. The vibrator
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had an extra part sticking out of it that went
to her glitteress, and she screamed uncontrollably when the device
was inside her. The man didn't miss a thing, as
he would have loved to get inside. The woman was
offering him a great view, but he couldn't touch her,
and it was killing him. The woman was screaming like
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a mad woman, letting the vibrator do its job. Without warning,
She pulled out the vibrator, set it aside, and went
to the window. She finished opening the window and held
out a hand for the painter to enter. She hadn't
planned it, but was surprised how good it had felt
to masturbate with someone watching and enjoying it. She was
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more than willing to let him in. It had become
an unforgettable moment. Come on, get in, she said in
a seductive voice. He excitedly did and was inside the
room in less than a minute. They kissed ardently. He
had been watching her from what had seemed like twenty minutes.
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He could now kiss her, touch her, feel her. She
put her arms around him and kissed him harder. She
was completely naked, and he was soon touching her wet pussy,
sending streams of pleasure to her, and she moaned against
his mouth. He did his best to touch her everywhere.
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Her breasts were firm, as was her ass. He squeezed
every part with lust, Not bothering to go to bed,
He turned her around, kissed her on the neck, and
pulled her to the wall next to the window. He
prepared to penetrate her. She lifted her hips higher to
give him access, and he penetrated her in one motion.
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He rammed her gently at first, but then he put
a lot of speed into his movements. He let his
pelvis push into her. Her ass bounced and inflamed the
young painter's senses once more. He held her hips for
support and fucked her with everything he had. Their bodies
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collided and produced lots of beautiful slapping noises. She was
so wet and her pussy was so soft and deep.
He was in heaven. She turned her head to look
at him, smiling, and then threw her head back and
gave out a loud cry of pure ecstasy. Her orgasm
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filled her entire body, exploding from deep inside her pussy
and sending shock waves turning her limbs to jelly. It's
at this moment the painter came too, exploding into waves
of sheer orgasmic pleasure so intense he had to cry
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out loud, fuck yes baby. He came over her naked
breasts and she massaged the liquid all over her pink,
sweaty nipples. Within minutes, the painter was back in his
overalls and back on his ladder, continuing with his painting.
He already had a second job lined up for next week,
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