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Terry’s gone for weeks, but when Cassie mentions a cute guy from the gym, he finds Johnny’s number, texts the spare key’s location, and tells him to sneak over after dark. Cassie gets one command—go open the front door—and finds Johnny on the step, so she slips him into her room, props her phone to record, and lets him massage every inch of her before he eats her out and fills her with his cream.
Cassie is propped against the headboard, TV flickering, when her phone buzzes with Terry's text: 'go open the front door.' She pads downstairs in her sleep shorts, heart thudding, and pulls the door o
Cassie pulls the tripod from the closet and sets it up at the foot of the bed, her phone mounted and ready, then slips Johnny's shirt over his head and presses close to him, snapping a selfie of them