#52416 - “Great, just great, now I have to deal with a peeping tom on my ledge; why these thieves insist on being annoyingly persistent…” The sight of a young, grinning man, in the process of his masturbation routine, plus the rather obvious trio of targets below on the street; her temper roared, flaring on towards new levels of being incensed that ever before in her life. In the mirror, Rh’aan’s fifth button came undone, but still the blouse clung – annoyingly to the trio - over her left breast; close to falling away yet just tantalizingly ready to fall at the slightest breeze of a baby’s breath. Small slivers of steam rose gracefully from each ear, eyes, mouth, and his rump; so savage was the impact he has a full five inches raise in stature, not height, just the area in between his legs.
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