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Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

Dear Diary,

I feel like such a total slut even admitting this, but there’s just something about voyeur phone sex that makes my tight teen pussy drip! I was shopping at the mall today and I saw this really hot older man that was checking me out. He was there with his wife and kids but that sure didn’t stop him from looking me up and down. I could tell he was seriously packing cause that bulge started to stiffen right up and strain against the front of his pants.

There was no way to hide that massive outline. My mouth and my tight bald pussy started to water just from looking at it. If it was that big in his pants I couldn’t even imagine how much bigger it would be when it was out! I just knew I needed to find out and fast!

I grabbed a coffee at the food court where he was getting lunch for his wife and kids. Making sure to slowly walk past him a few times, I gave my hot round ass an extra shake. His eyes were glued to me the whole time. There was so way to stop myself from getting so turned on thinking

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London  1844-332-2639 ext 439

I have a pervert in my neighborhood. That is obsessed with me. Whenever I step outside he is always there watching. But that is not even the worst part. He is also a peeping tom. It is so hilarious. He has no idea that I have cameras. So I just lay there watching his every move. Thinking to myself I know you’re watching me.

I have an app on my phone. That allows me to see every angle of my home. So the moment he steps foot on my property they begin to record. I have so many videos of him lurking in the dark. He crawls from his yard to mine until he reaches the shrubs surrounding my house.

Then he pops up at my window. Just like a jack in the box. I always make sure that I am dressed really sexy. And I always have my toes showing and painted. Because my cameras also have audio. And one night I heard him saying look at those beautiful toes. (lol) I just lay there with my back turned. Pretending that I don’t know he is there.

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