Masturbating in the living room

Mark’s POV

Mark sat there in Lisa’s body on the edge of the couch, still breathing hard from the grinding session that had left John fleeing upstairs like a scared virgin. His (her) tight black leggings were soaked at the crotch, the fabric clinging obscenely to the swollen, puffy lips of Lisa’s pussy. The sports bra and tank top were still pulled up, her heavy tits hanging free, nipples stiff and glistening from the earlier **** he’d given them in the kitchen. The scent of her sweat and arousal hung thick in the air.

He licked Lisa’s plump lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin. “Fuck… that little shit ran before I could finish,” he muttered in her soft, melodic voice. The denial made the heat between her thighs throb even harder. Lisa’s body was a furnace now, aching, dripping, ****. Mark glanced around the living room, heart pounding with the thrill of being in enemy territory.

Then his eyes landed on the large bay window that overlooked the quiet suburban street.

A filthy, nasty idea bloomed in his mind like a toxic flower.

The curtains were only half-drawn. Afternoon sunlight poured in, illuminating the couch perfectly. Anyone walking past on the sidewalk, any neighbor mowing their lawn, any delivery driver, any horny teenage boy from the neighborhood — they’d get a full show if they glanced this way. The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding into Lisa’s already ruined panties.

“Ohhh yes…” Mark whispered, voice husky. He stood up on shaky legs, tits bouncing freely under the bunched-up tank top. He walked straight to the window, hips swaying with Lisa’s natural grace. Pressing his palms against the cool glass, he arched her back, pushing that perfect round ass outward toward the street. The tight leggings stretched across her cheeks like a second skin, the seam digging right between them and outlining every curve.

He looked over his shoulder at his own reflection in the glass — Lisa’s gorgeous face flushed pink, blue eyes glazed with lust, long blonde ponytail slightly messy from the earlier action. “Let them see what a slut you really are, Lisa,” he purred to himself, then laughed wickedly in her voice.

Mark hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the leggings and slowly peeled them down over the swell of her ass, taking the soaked panties with them. Cool air kissed her bare, dripping pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole. He left the leggings bunched around her thighs, keeping her legs slightly trapped. Then he pressed her bare ass cheeks firmly against the window glass.

The cold surface made her gasp. He wiggled her hips, smearing her juices across the pane, leaving a wet streak that would be visible from outside if anyone bothered to look closely.

“Fuck… anyone could be watching right now,” he moaned, the thought making Lisa’s clit throb visibly. He reached back with one hand and spread one ass cheek wider, giving a clear view of her pink, glistening holes to the street. With the other hand he started rubbing her pussy in slow, sloppy circles, coating his fingers in her cream.

The risk was intoxicating. A car drove by slowly. Mark didn’t know if the driver looked, but the mere possibility made him shove two fingers deep inside Lisa’s cunt with a wet squelch.

“Ahhn~!” The moan escaped loud and shameless. He started pumping those fingers, curling them against her G-spot while his ass stayed plastered to the window, cheeks jiggling every time he thrust.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy lightly, the wet sound echoing. Then he went back to rubbing her clit in fast little circles, hips rolling, ass grinding against the glass like a whore in heat.

Mark’s gaze kept darting to the street. An old man walking his dog on the opposite sidewalk. A couple of high-school-aged boys on bikes further down the block. The thought that they might glance over and see the school queen with her bare ass and dripping cunt pressed against the window made his control slip. Lisa’s body was trembling, knees weak.

He turned slightly, still keeping her ass on the glass, and yanked the tank top and sports bra completely off, tossing them aside. Her massive tits spilled free, heavy and bouncing. He cupped them, squeezing hard, pinching the sensitive nipples until Lisa’s voice cried out in pleasure-pain.

“Watch this, you perverts…” he growled, then started jumping lightly on the balls of her feet.

Her tits bounced wildly — up and down, side to side — heavy, hypnotic jiggles that would be impossible to miss from outside. Her ass clapped against the window with every small jump, leaving more wet smears. He kept one hand mauling her left breast, tugging the nipple, while the other furiously rubbed her clit.

The combination was overwhelming. The exposure, the bouncing, the wet sounds, the fantasy of strangers watching the untouchable Lisa Doe **** herself — it pushed her body right to the edge.

Mark was panting, moaning continuously now. “Yeah… look at my tits… look at my slutty cunt… I’m such a dirty whore…”

He needed more. He spun around, back now fully to the window, and bent forward, hands on her knees, ass pushed out obscenely against the glass. From the street it would look like Lisa was presenting herself like a bitch in heat. He reached between her legs from behind and fingered herself furiously, thumb grinding her clit while two fingers fucked her dripping hole.

Her juices ran down her thighs. The window was fogging slightly from her hot breath and body heat.

Suddenly he had an even better idea.

Still bent over, ass on full display, he snatched Lisa’s phone from the coffee table. He opened the camera app, switched to video, and hit record. The front camera showed Lisa’s flushed, lust-drunk face and her hanging tits. The rear camera would capture everything happening behind her.

He propped the phone against a vase on the windowsill, making sure it had a perfect side-angle view: her ass pressed to the glass, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, tits swinging.

“Hi Mark~” he cooed in that same seductive voice he’d practiced before, looking straight into the lens while still fingering herself. “I’ve been such a bad girl… I couldn’t wait. I needed to show you how much I want you. Look what I’m doing for you…”

He turned back toward the window, ass once again glued to the glass, and started jumping again while the phone recorded everything. Every bounce sent her tits flying. He slapped her own ass hard, the loud crack echoing. Then he spread her cheeks wide with both hands, showing the camera and the street her tight pink asshole and the creamy mess dripping from her cunt.

The video kept rolling as he moaned louder, fingers back inside, fucking herself faster. “I’m gonna cum with my ass against the window… anyone could see… fuck, I’m such a perverted slut…”

The orgasm hit like a freight train.

Lisa’s body convulsed. Her knees buckled. A long, high-pitched wail tore from her throat as her pussy gushed, squirting a little onto the floor. Her ass cheeks clenched and trembled against the cold glass. She kept rubbing through it, drawing out every spasm, tits jiggling wildly, tears of overwhelming pleasure running down her cheeks.

Mark kept the video going, panting, whispering filthy praises to himself in Lisa’s voice. “That’s it… cum for me, you stolen bitch… look how pretty you are when you squirt…”

He was just coming down from the high, legs shaking, when he heard the front door open.

“Lisa? Honey, I’m home early! The meeting got canceled—”

Mark froze, ass still pressed to the window, fingers buried knuckle-deep in Lisa’s cunt, tits out, phone clearly recording everything.

Lisa’s mother stood in the doorway, keys in hand, eyes wide with shock as she took in the obscene scene: her beautiful daughter bent over, completely naked from the waist up, leggings around her thighs, bare ass and dripping pussy on full display against the living room window, moaning like a whore while recording herself.

For a split second, silence.

Then Mrs. Doe’s face twisted from shock to horror. “LISA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

Mark’s mind raced. He could feel Lisa’s consciousness starting to stir faintly in the back of her mind, but he still had control — barely. A wicked grin spread across Lisa’s flushed face even as her mother stormed closer.

He slowly pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, brought them to Lisa’s lips, and licked them clean while staring straight at her mother.

“Mmm… hi Mom,” he purred in Lisa’s sweetest voice, still trembling from the aftershocks. “Just… relieving some stress. Want to watch the rest of the video with me?”

Mrs. Doe looked like she was about to faint.

Mark laughed softly, already imagining how he’d explain this — or better yet, how he’d use this new situation to his advantage. The phone was still recording.