I really couldn't decipher what told Liza. It sounded like it was about "replacing something". I quickly take my shower. I wondered if Liza had been told to be 's replacement while she was away, but that seemed too unlikely. I then grab my towel and proceed out of the bathroom.
I am surprised to find Liza kneeling on our bed. She is busy tugging at the sheets, her back towards me. She is wearing pink short shorts and a light gray swing tank. She probably does not notice that I have opened the bathroom door, since she has earphones on.
I quickly wrap the towel around my hips, trying my best to mask the hard-on that has developed from the sight of Liza. Her ass is eating up most of her shorts, and I swear I could see some auburn pubic hair jutting out. My cock is straining in the confines of the towel.
As I am about to step out, I notice that she is sniffing on the dark wet spot on one of the sheets. My cock strains further as I watch her reach inside her short shorts with her right hand and finger herself.
The pressure from my hardening rod unloosens the towel and I close the frosted glass door to avoid discovery. With caution, I slightly slide open the bathroom door so I could get a view of what Liza is up to.
She has now locked the bedroom door and her short shorts are crumpled on the floor. I open the door slightly wider to get a better view and see Liza on the bed, vigorously fingering herself.
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