Give yourself a hand.

You're in a stable enough position to protect the fact that you're in the house, and you haven't been seen yet, so you surmise that neither Destiny nor Neal can quite see you where you're standing. You also recall failing to mention just what time you'd be arriving, and the idea occurs to you that they aren't expecting you, especially not this early in he morning, so... you should be safe in this scenario.

Suddenly off with a shot, you unhook the button to your jeans and unzip them, pulling your erect member out of the slit in your boxers. Carefully poking your head around the corner, you take in the image once again. It seems Destiny... or, at least, the person you assume is Destiny... has managed to, rather lovingly, hook her upper arms around the neck and chin of Neal, using it for leverage to repeatedly slam into him. At this point, she seems to be less sliding in and out of him, and more repeatedly shifting the full size of her strap-on just barely in and out, as if stimulating the feeling of her being entirely inside of him.

Either way, with each small movement, a mix of pain and pleasure escapes Neal in a short, yet ecstatic yelp that entirely excites you. Biting down on your lip, you begin to jerk yourself with each movement she makes, your hands shaking from the combination of the sight and the excitement of hiding away and watching.

When the motion stops, however, you find yourself suddenly clenching at yourself in frustration. Slowly, she leans forward and seems to whisper into Neal's ear, causing you too lean forward. She stays there for a few moments, whispering silently, just beyond your reach, and the mixture of frustration and blood to both of your heads causes you to lean in more... and more... and more...

Finally, you manage to hear some of the words. It's spotty and a little scattered, but the gist of it is enough to get you going again, with her repeatedly insisting into his ear that this is how he likes it, that he likes being used and pounded, that he's hers to use as she wants, and that he'd be lucky to get to jerk off, which only causes you to increase your speed in excitement. But, to your surprise, as you do so, her blue eyes seem to flicker directly toward you, and a rather massive grin plays across her features.

For a moment, you stop, dead in your tracks. Your mind races with the image of you being kicked out, or being thrown out on the streets, arrested, or, worse yet, made to go back home. But, after a moment, her eyes seem to flicker back to the task at hand, and she pulls out. "Turn over." She insists, her eyes going back and forth between you and Neal, as he eagerly slides onto his back, his hand immediately going to his rather large, completely reddened from the stress of stimulation member. Her eyes flick back towards you as she explores the massive, pink, ten inch strap-on, and you stand with your dick in your hand, unsure of what is about to happen.