The view caught me for longer than anticipated, as I watched her go through her building orgasm. Her breathing and gasps reaching an amazing crescendo where she slumped, and her legs closed and gripped the hand between her labia, keeping the hand firmly pressed against her clitoris. Still stunned into rigidity, I watched as the woman behind her kissed her ear and said something to her. Then as she got up to go into the kitchen, I noticed “she” was a man, dressed for the occasion to please his lover’s fantasy. This shocked me and I nearly fell into her balcony.

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