Her chest was the only thing that was moving, everything else was compeltely tired out – or, better: asleep. I wished her a good weekend, entered my apartment and fired up my computer. Xnxx I tried not to make a sound, and was sure I was successful when she re-entered her apartment – leaving the door wide open once again. Half of the wine she tried to drink ran over her face and dripped onto the carpet. I could have easily walked out of my place to not-so-accidentally run into her, but I was too afraid she would get startled and stop doing it. I took shots from every angle, making sure I didn’t miss anything. I pulled a hair off of her sweaty face – nothing happened. It had been a few weeks since the tiny cameras I hid in Riley’s apartment had given me the opportunity to watch her during her secret escapades. When Riley started rubbing herself for the first time in quite a while, I realized she wasn’t going to hold back. When I had found the box, weeks ago, there had been an empty weed bag lying around; apparently, she had replaced it with a full one somewhere in between that day and this.















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