Mark gulped. After avoiding confessing his actions to Miranda, now he had to tell Tiffany exactly what a perv he ended up being.
Tiffany stood there, arms crossed, awaiting an explanation. She was still dripping wet from her shower, only a towel covering her intimates, but Mark couldn't help his eyes drifting to her cleavage, firmly secured in.
"I got caught... peeking in here. Some girls caught my attempt, they told me to meet them here, and left me like this."
Tiffany glared at him, mouth agape. "Wow. I mean, wow. When I first met you Mark, I never thought you'd be this kinda guy. I didn't think Miranda was actually telling the truth?! I mean, who does things like that?"
Mark hung his head low, trying to keep his ill timed erection hidden in his hands.
"Besides, if you wanna see a lady naked, you just need to ask nicely..."
Mark looked up, and was shocked to see Tiffany removing her towel, dropping it to the floor. Her whole body, head to toe on display, she walked up to Mark and silenced him with a kiss, going straight for the tongue. Before he could react, she slammed him up against the wall, and began grinding against his dick vigorously. Mark's hands fell flat at his sides, still processing what was happening. She kept up the pace, eventually guiding his dick to enter her. After some time, she pulled him out as he released his load all over her, spilling out onto the wall of the shower as well.
She backed up, giving him room to breathe. He collapsed to the floor, exhausted and dumbstruck. Who was this vouyeristic Tiffany, and what had she done with the responsible, mature girl he met at the start of the semester.
She squatted down over him, wiping up the last bits of cum off of her stomach. "Wow, talk about a fast finish, huh? I'm kidding! I'm kidding. Now, like I said, I like to help people, Mark. I'm gonna help you, but I do still think you need to be reprimanded. So I will help you get back to your dorm, I'll dispute what Miranda's saying about you, all that. I only ask two things in return. One, stop peeping in the girl's room."
Mark nodded. "And two?"
Tiffany smiled, gesturing to the two of them. "Two. This here? This can happen any time I want. Rain or shine, day or night. I ask, you're there. You fail to do so, and I join Miranda and tell everyone what a dirty little perv you are." She handed him a towel, a mischievous smirk across her face. "Now run on home."
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