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The peeper, The peeper, |
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Whats going through his head? |
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Whoah! |
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Climbing the tree. |
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Slowly, quietly, |
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Looking for next branch. |
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Found it, got it. |
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Window height, great view. |
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Settlin' in, keepin it quiet. |
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Hidden. Heart pounding through chest. |
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Waiting. Looking around. |
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Nervous. |
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Lights on jackpot, here she is. |
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Oh my, new pants. |
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Classy, not too tight. |
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Walking around the room. |
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No idea I'm here. |
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Lovin' It. Rubbin her feet. |
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Tough day. Relaxing. |
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Hops off bed going towards bathroom. |
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Shutting the door. |
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Alone again. Waiting. |
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Looking around. Bored. |
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Pull out nipple clips. |
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Painful! Oww. |
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But deserved it. |
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Bathroom door opens. Lovin it. |
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Oh my, hair's in a pony tail. |
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She picks up the tv clicker. Click. |
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Sitting back. Watching. |
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Watching her watch. Lovin it. |
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She laughs. Hahaha, I laugh. |
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Sharing a moment. |
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Theres her dog, not good. |
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He can smell me. Should've showered. |
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Barking. Please leave. Oh no here she comes. |
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Staying motionless. ****in dog's losing it. |
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Spot, you be quiet and go home like a good boy. |
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Doesnt see me. She's georgeous. I'm broken. |
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Knock at front door, she goes to answer. |
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It's him, the boyfriend. |
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They kiss. I'm fuming. Also hard. |
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Hatin myself. Sniffing fingers. |
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She moans. I moan |
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He looks up, busted. Should not have moaned. |
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He walks towards window. Muscular. |
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Full of rage. Looking right at me. |
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Feeling shame. Completely worthless. |
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Hard as a rock. |
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(Male Yelling) |
