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Ihave been following her for two years now. I know she’s aware that someone is out there, following her every move, but I can’t lie: I like that she knows it too. There's a strange satisfaction in the way she looks around searching for me.

At first, she acted like she was worried, always looking over her shoulder. I made sure she could never see me—it’s something I learned along the way with my job—but somehow, she still knew, my clever little doe.

Now all she does is test me.

I look at the video playing on my computer. The way she takes off her clothes makes me think she knows I’m watching, like she’s putting on a show just for me. The corners of my mouth lift up in a smile. I wonder what she’d do if I were standing there, looking at her perfect body while I touched myself.

Unzipping my pants, I take my hard cock out, and start to slide my hand slowly up and down my length to the live feed of her in the shower. The water cascades down, running over her full tits, making the need to run my hands over her smooth, wet skin unbearable. Soon, little doe, soon.

I turn up the sound of the live feed—I need to hear and see all of her, I don’t want to miss out on anything as she is the addiction I so desperately need.

I love that she has a glass door on her shower. It helps my camera capture her from every angle, giving me the best view.

She throws her head back, her hands roaming over the curves of her body, while she massages the soap on her soft skin. I groan while pumping my shaft faster.

It doesn’t take long until my release hits me, and white hot spurts of cum fly onto my legs and chair. I tuck myself back in and look at her one last time before I close my computer and go get ready for work.

It won’t be long now.