>*Greetings once more fellow perverts, welcome back once again. Astro here, back with another alluring erotic tale to drive you wild once more. If you haven’t, feel free to check out* [*Temptation*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ilh7bf/mftemptation_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*, the previous story in this mini-series. Without further ado, let’s get into it shall we?* ***Perversion Responsibly~***
She had just arrived over to the house, curious if he was already home. Her body tired, exhaustion holding her in its vice grip. To go through her regular afternoon routine of preparing a meal, preparing herself for bed seemed too much. At the moment, all she wanted to do was throw her flat shows to the wind before spreading out across the bed. Then for a moment, she paused, merely wondering what was stopping her. It was still early in the afternoon; she could simply wake up and do it later. Thus, giving into her laziness, she heads down the hall, all the way to her room before coming to an abrupt stop.
*”Hmm.”* A soft hum sounded from a cracked doorway. For a moment, she wondered whether she heard a sound or not. The slight creaking of a chair gathers her attention. Cautiously she walks over, not knowing anyone to be home yet but her. Slow strides take her to the breach of light coming from the left end of the hallway. Armed with nothing but a hairpin, she approaches what could be danger for the last time. Her eyes opened with shock as she peeks through the door, realizing it was not an intruder but instead something even better.
*”Huh…”* He slowly exhales, leaned back within his chair. A hand on the mouse and the other within his briefs. The bulge ruffling around, she has seen it many times before, but this time it’s different. There’s a different sensation from watching without being noticed. The pleasure of guilt running through her body, and she’s unable to move her eyes from the image of his barely clothed body. All of his muscles are repeatedly stuck in a loop of contraction as his hand gets off of the mouse. It seems he had founded his desired porn, starring a model she’s definitely seen in the mirror before. Upon closer inspection, she realizes it was a video of her, doing as she is now, masturbating to the thoughts of him. And yet she isn’t weirded out, only turned on more to know despite the thousands of women, the thousands of bodies, he chooses hers as worthy material of his lustful leisure.
**”Shit…”** He states, bringing out his member and beginning to lubricate it. The way his hand spreads the application across the shaft is tantalizing. Slowly he blinks, tilting his head back in his chair before looking at the screen. He’s already hard as can be, his facial expressions looking as if he is about to explode already. But there’s a difference in his features, the pure desire shown as he twists and pulls back and forth. The white glistening of his head shows that he’s already leaking, unable to hold it.
**”Fuck…me.”** He grunts before closing his eyes. His turns quickening as his legs tremble. His entire body is tensing up and riding with the waves. The chair creeks, his soft yet audible moans are overlaying the sounds of his reckless movements. He was nearly at his limit, and without notice, she was too. Somehow her hand was in her panties and her mouth gaping with groans. It’s not long before they both release simultaneously, his load spewing forth to the desk while hers splattering against the door. They’re both dripping what’s left, trying to regain themselves.
Little does she knows, however, that he knew she was there. But alas allows her to exit gracefully, pleased that he could’ve been an entertaining performance.
*However…this wasn’t enough.* ***For what good is a great performance without an even greater encore?***
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