Backstage of Voyeur gets caught

Katy sat at the edge of the bed, legs crossed, brushing pale pink polish onto each nail. She had already laid out the black lace set and sheer stockings she planned to wear later. When she glanced up, a man in work gear stood at the window, eyes locked on her. She did not flinch. Instead she rose, stepped closer to the glass, and let the robe slip from her shoulders. The black bra pushed her tits up, the matching thong cut high on her hips. His gaze dropped lower. She turned, bent slightly, and slipped the thong aside so he could see everything. Then she straightened, opened the window, and pulled him inside. He fumbled at his belt. She dropped to her knees, freed his cock, and took him deep, lips stretched, saliva running down her chin. When he was wet enough she stood, turned, and guided him between her cheeks. He pushed in slow, stretching her tight ass until she was full. She braced against the sill, taking every thrust while her nails dried on the sill, the scent of polish still in the air.