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pope knew it was that kind of creepy shit that pervs got busted for all the time. but after the first time he did it, sneaking into the backyard and peering through the curtains that she never closed all the way... he couldn't believe he hadn't done it sooner.

it was an accident at first. he just liked watching her be all domestic on her own at night, tucking herself into bed and turning on the television for some background noise, or cuddling up under the covers and reading a book.

but soon, he realized that if he stayed late enough... most nights she'd reach into her drawer and pull out a small pink vibrator.

he wouldn't look!!!!!! of course!!!!! swear!!!! he respected her privacy after all (in some weird kind of way) and knew that watching her like that was probably crossing a line (and he totally wasn't already crossing lines by watching her in her room almost every night).

soooo... he'd just listen instead !! :-) because that was okay!

he'd just turn his back to the window and lean against the siding, trying to hear those soft, sweet sounds that she made. sometimes he'd have marks on his back from pressing back so hard into the paneling on the side of the house, trying to hear her.

he'd listen to those soft whines and little gasps... and just whisper to into the darkness of night like it was him causing those noises.

"does that feel good, baby? you like it when i do that?"

"god, you're so pretty when you make those sounds for me."

"you want me to touch you there? come on. you gotta tell me where."

just straight whispering to himself in her backyard like a freak, cock twitching and achingly hard in his pants, precum pooling in his boxers... but he knew he didn't deserve to touch himself to such a pretty, unsuspecting little lady like this. not when he was being so bad and spying on her.

and she had so many different toys. his sweet girl could be so naughty some nights.

some nights it was that pink, silicone little bullet that vibrated beneath her covers.

some nights, he watched as she suction-cupped a thick purple dildo onto the headboard of her bed and fuck, could only imagine what she was doing with that. maybe arching her back and fucking herself back onto it. he could hear the headboard hitting the wall on those nights.

his favorite nights were when she got out one of those little toys with the little tongue-like flap on it... and she'd spend hours turning it on and off... on and off again...

and pope imagined himself sneaking beneath her covers and replacing himself with it, opening his mouth and letting her rock her clit over the tip of his tongue for hours. however long she wanted to. however long it took until she was dripping down his chin and making a mess of her sheets, cumming all over his face.

he'd be a good boy for her all night, if she wanted him to.