I watch Liza writhing in ecstasy, her groans of pleasure filling the room. She actually assumes that I'm not yet done with my shower and that the bathroom is insulated from all the noise outside.
I cautiously move towards her. Her tank, which is the only clothing she has now on, is slightly pulled downward, exposing her 36C boobs. Her right hand is squeezing her left tit, while her left hand is thrusting three fingers into her pussy. Her eyes are closed and I could hear rock music through her earphones.
Suddenly, she lets out a louder groan. Her left hand becomes immobile as her juices spurt out in short bursts, outlining another wet spot on the sheet. She opens her eyes and notices me watching her.
"Hi," I say nonchalantly. "Are you done?"
I watch the color creep to her face as she realizes that I had watched her the entire time. "I'm really sorry for doing it here," she says remorsefully. "Please don't tell anyone. will have me thrown out if she learns about this."
"Then what do you propose 'we' do about this?" I ask, hinting at something.
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