I Watch as My Boyfriend Nails the Mailman while I Pleasure Myself Secretly

In a dimly lit apartment, the delivery guy rings the doorbell. The girlfriend answers, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leads him inside, her curves accentuated by her tight clothing. The boyfriend hides in the bedroom, his breath quickening as he strokes himself, watching through a crack in the door. The guy, oblivious, follows her to the kitchen where she presses against him, her hands roaming. He responds eagerly, his practiced moves revealing his experience. She moans softly, her desire palpable. He bends her over the counter, lifting her skirt. The boyfriend’s grip tightens, his movements mirroring the guy’s rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, the boyfriend’s breathing heavy, his release building, as the pair in the kitchen reach their peak.