Bellattrix doesn t know I m watching from the window, cock in hand, as she bends over the garden bed in nothing but thin panties and a white shirt that barely contains her heavy tits. The water glistens on her skin, her nipples pressing hard against damp fabric. I finally snap, storming outside with the hose, helping her water until I accidentally soak her completely through. She gasps as the cold water makes her breasts heave, shirt plastered transparent to every curve. Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge I ve been stroking. You ve been watching, she smirks, gripping me through my shorts. I shove her against the garden wall, rip her soaked panties aside, and bury every inch bare inside her wet cunt right there in the open yard.
