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“Oh my God!” Laura said, with a wild look on her face. “I just saw one of your housemates.” I twisted towards her and screwed my face up into a ‘so-what’ expression. She was so excited that she couldn’t get the words out. “Naked!” Laura threw her hands in the air as though she’d just found out she’d won the lottery; I sank back into the sofa and took another sip of my herbal tea. Perhaps disappointed by my lack of interest, she tried to add spice. “What a hunk!” “Which one was it?” I asked, allowing a little boredom to creep into my voice. “I don’t know. The one with the great big cock!” “Daniel,” I murmured. “You’d never call Robbie’s ‘great’ or ‘big’.” “You’ve… you’ve seen them both?” Laura spluttered, throwing herself into the depths of the sofa. Behind those wide staring eyes, Laura’s brain was spinning like a sexual turbine. I held the steaming cup of Forest Berries and inhaled deeply, finding serenity where there had threatened to be laughter. I knew Laura. Knew what she’d be thinking about me and my housemate’s Escort Gölbaşı cocks. If I’d seen them, then I must have done other things with them. Hold. Lick. Suck. Fuck. Her eyes were glittering, but the truth was I had done none of those things. The bathroom door had been jammed open since I’d moved in. The floorboards had warped and… and the landlord’s an arsehole, as Robbie had put it so succinctly. I’d been horrified by the casual ‘dumps downstairs’ rule, however I’d got used to the guys peeing and showering with the bathroom door open. It wasn’t a thing for me any more: I didn’t even think about it. It was normal. I’d caught general glimpses of flesh. I’d never looked. But I’d seen enough that I’d be able to pick my housemates out in a cock line-up. Laura had looked: she’d used the mirror to watch while one of my housemates had ‘thoroughly’ washed himself. She’d seen details. And an afternoon’s discussion piqued my interest. It piqued my interest to the point where the shower springing Keçiören escort to life dragged my brain out of blurry dreams to instant, fully-awake consciousness. In a fraction of a second, I’d escaped the chrysalis of my bed, wrapped myself in my dressing gown and was peering through the gaping slit between the door and its frame. Just like Laura, I was ‘having a look’. The folding shower screen meant my viewing was limited to the general pinkness of the body moving within. But taking a step to my left, looking into the bathroom changed the angle and I saw it hanging there – a lovely thick cock. As I watched, a soapy hand scratched purple shower gel into the pubes above the heavy appendage and soaped around and under, between the legs. I gasped as Daniel gripped his ball sack and juggled the contents. He was so… so rough. I would have never dared do that to a man; would have thought that it’d have him howling in pain. I was learning. Leaning forward. Perving . Daniel stretched the Kızılay escort bayan soft stalk of his cock, pulling down hard before flicking the foreskin back. My body responded as soon as the purple piece of flesh within was exposed; there was a sudden need between my legs. Or perhaps it had already been there but it had become so urgent that it needed actual attention. A cock. I wasn’t used to ‘just looking’; I’d never seen a cock I couldn’t have. I wanted it; wanted to touch it; wanted it inside me. Sudden, pent-up frustration boiled to the surface, evaporating inhibitions. There was thought as I parted my legs, pulled my dressing gown apart and slipped my hand down. The thought was that I didn’t give a fuck if he did see me perving; if he did see me masturbating – he was the one showering with the door open. Gasps of delight filled my ears as my fingers found the slippery groove of my cunny. My clitoris had already slithered from its lair. It was aching and I couldn’t help but soothe that ache by frigging it. But frigging it made the aching both better and worse. I rubbed harder and faster, watching Daniel as he pulled his foreskin right back and carefully washed the thin veiny skin. The vision remained locked in my mind as he moved on, washing his backside and thighs, moving down his hairy legs towards his feet.

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