Binoculars

She stands at the window with her new binoculars pressed to her eyes. The black lace of her lingerie clings to every curve. Her boyfriend watches from the doorway. He likes the look of her like this, blonde hair falling loose, the binoculars hiding half her face. He steps closer, fingers threading into that hair, pulling it tight. She turns. Drops to her knees without a word. The blowjob is slow and deep, her mouth working him until he throbs against her tongue. When he pulls out he keeps hold of her hair, strokes himself twice, and finishes across the lenses. Thick ropes streak the glass. She keeps her mouth open, breathing hard, while the warm mess drips down over the binoculars and onto her lips.