Velma Dinkley s Dirty Secret Part Two
"How..." Velma gasped, blancing horribly. Her hands shook so badly it took her a full minute to open the door. When she did, her eyes fixated on the smartphone she'd seen through the peephole. She watched herself masturbating as her lips moved silently. "Should I turn up the sound?" a firm voice asked almost sweetly. At the sound of it, Velma started so hard she nearly leapt out of her shoes. With a little laugh, the stranger shut her door, turned off the smartphone, and slipped it in the side...