ThaDonger
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The glow on her behind and bed was varying and the faint sound of others' voices reached his ears as he sat on the floor watching her hips moving and her panties slow decent down her legs. Curious he crawled forward, poking his head in the doorway down low at floor level. A laptop was open on the dressing table, providing the light, and a pair of faces on the screen.
His movement wasn't entirely unnoticed, her eyes darting across at him. She smiled and flashed him a hello eyebrow lift, then looked across to the corner and back to him. He understood and took himself below the camera range to a point in the corner beside the laptop.
Letting her panties drop further she signaled the end of her wiggling by arching her back and presenting more to their sight.
His attention suddenly diverted. Voices from within the walls of the room? He lowers himself to floor level on his hands and knees. Peeking around the door, the light from laptop touches her bare skin as two unfamiliar faces appear before him.
Turning his attention back to the bed, his suspicions are confirm as their eyes meet. With the lift of her brows, a devilish grin crosses his face in a response to her subtle invitation. Just as a predator stalking his prey, upon his hands and knees, he moves quietly cross the carpeted floor, staying well below the camera's line of sight.
Taking a position to the left of the on lookers, just out of their view, he leans back against the wall, one leg stretched out in front as the other remains bent at the knee. With his arm propped on his leg, he gives her a gentle nod, almost as if confirming his desire for her to continue.
The room grew quiet as her panties slid further down her thighs. The men in the room with him, although virtually, sat beside him and were offered the same treat. Her body smooth and flawless from his vantage point. Anyone could see the efforts and commitment she put into her body. Undoubtedly she knows the power she possesses and has the strength and intelligence to wield it properly.
Chatter and communication return to the room. Glancing to the right, he can make out two male figures on the screen. Neither of them familiar to him. Then again, why would they be? Their cameras capturing them from chest up, both still clothed as far as he could tell. With words of admiration and encouragement sounding from the speaker, he can make out their arms moving, a shoulder rolling up and down as their hands remain out of sight, for now..
Are these her desires or theirs? Her fantasy? He turns his attention back to her, gazing upon her now glistening flower.