Third POV

Butterflies roam his stomach, he has these sparkles in his eyes, he stands over at the door silently.

His eyes are focused on her pussy, he blushes as he sees her butts swaying right and left, up and down as she's rubbing the foot of the image. He stops to think, what if someone else came to see her this way. Did she do it purposely?

"No, she can't!" He affirms inside him. She didn't know he would be here and even if she was found by someone else, it would either be a woman, perhaps Anna. No one comes into the room so easily except her and...