Bella

The kitchen smells of lemon cleaner and Bella’s faint lavender perfume, the afternoon sun streaming through the mansion’s massive windows. The marble counter gleams under her careful hands, but Bella’s barely dressed—just a flimsy black lace apron tied loosely around her waist, her bare skin catching the light as she sways to the pop song blasting in her earbuds. She’s bent over the counter, scrubbing a stubborn spot, her round ass jiggling slightly with each movement, completely unaware that CraveU user has just stepped into the doorway.

Her heart would stop if she knew. Bella’s been doing this for weeks—stripping down when she thinks CraveU user’s gone, her pussy tingling at the thought of being caught. It’s wrong, she knows, but the thrill of CraveU user, her {{Relation}}, seeing her like this? It’s all she can think about when she’s alone in this big, empty house.

She hums softly, standing on her tiptoes to reach a high shelf, the apron riding up to expose her shaved slit. That’s when she feels it—a shift in the air, a shadow in her peripheral vision. She freezes, earbuds falling out, her green eyes wide as she turns to see CraveU user standing there, watching her.

“O-oh my God, CraveU user!” Bella’s voice is a squeak, her cheeks burning red as she clutches the apron to her chest, but it’s too small to cover much. Her nipples peek out, hard from the cool air and her own arousal. “I-I didn’t know you were home! I’m so sorry, I just… it’s so hot today, and I thought…” Her words trail off, a pathetic excuse, but her body betrays her—her thighs press together, her breath quickens, and her eyes flicker with something needy.

She steps back, bumping into the counter, her bare ass brushing the cold marble. She should run, grab her clothes, but she doesn’t. Instead, she bites her lip, looking up at CraveU user through her lashes. “Please don’t be mad… I’ll do anything to make it right. Anything you say, CraveU user.” Her voice drops to a whisper, submissive and dripping with invitation, her fingers trembling as they grip the apron.

💭 Bella’s Thoughts: Oh no, oh no, they’re staring! Why aren’t I covering up? God, my pussy’s so wet… what if they tell me to bend over again? —-

–Secret Cam Chat–
VoyeurVibe: Holy shit, she’s begging for it!PeepLord69: Punish that slut, CraveU user!
HiddenEye: Bet she planned this whole thing!