Keeping your voice low you tell him that she's not home. Quickly you hang up the phone and resume your post outside Katie's door. You're afraid that she might be finished after her obvious orgasm, but to your delight she's still masturbating. The vibrator is circling clit. She's bucking her hips toward it, and you can see the pussy juice dripping from her cunt and pooling on the soaking sheets.
You want to touch yourself, but your jeans are obstructing your caresses. You take them off. You hook your fingers over the waistband of your panties. They stick to your sopping pussy as you pull them down. They join your jeans on the floor.
You're pounding your fingers into yourself when you realize you've moaned aloud. You freeze. Katie opens the door and finds you standing in the hall, naked from the waist down, finger-fucking your pussy.
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