Peeping surprise - part II.

I stripped slow in the villa, sure I was alone, fingers tracing the taut lines of my body. Then I caught him. My attendant. Watching from the doorway like a hungry dog. Instead of throwing him out I let him watch. Let him burn. That wicked little show turned into a game—me teasing, him aching, both of us circling until we crashed together in raw, filthy heat. He fed me his cock in greedy strokes, my lips stretched, spit running down my chin, before he pulled back and painted my face with thick, hot spurts.