Unbeknownst to Lucycat, a shadow lurks in her doorway, watching her private moment. She's a sight to behold, her body writhing with pleasure as she brings herself to the brink. Her fingers work furiously, her thighs quivering as she chases her orgasm. The scent of her desire fills the air, a heady perfume that makes the voyeur's cock twitch in his pants. He can't help but stroke himself, his hand moving in time with Lucycat's feverish pace, until they both reach their peak, Lucycat crying out, her body convulsing as she comes undone.