Ever since Matthias installed the cameras in Misty’s apartment, I’ve been addicted to watching her. She floats around her apartment this morning, captivating me until I can’t look away. I cuss out Matthias for a good five minutes because of my inability to zoom in. It damn near kills me when she steps out of her washroom in just a small pink towel, her skin flushed from her shower. My hand’s already fisting my cock, and I know I’d be late, but I’m too entranced to give a single fuck, letting all my carefully laid plans go to shit.
