Jazz's Unseen Ecstasies

Jazz, the insatiable voyeur, has set up her camera in her sprawling bathroom, the marble tiles cold under her feet as she steps out of the shower, water dripping from her body. She towels off, her hands lingering on her breasts, pinching her nipples, her other hand sliding down to her pussy, her fingers slipping inside, feeling her wetness. She leans against the counter, her breath fogging the mirror as she watches herself in the reflection, her body writhing with pleasure. The sound of the doorbell rings through the house, but she's too lost in her pleasure to care, her body tensing as she reaches her climax, her moans echoing in the empty bathroom.

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