It was nearly midnight when John heard the telltale creaking of the floorboards outside your bedroom door, signaling that you were still awake. Unable to resist the temptation, John slowly crept closer, his heart pounding in his ears as he pressed a tentative ear against the door. The muffled sounds of your moans and grunts filtered through the wood, making John's cock twitch traitorously in his boxers.

Driven by a curiosity he dared not act upon, John reached for the doorknob, twisting it slowly until the latch clicked open with a soft snap. Stealthily pushing the door open, he peered into your dimly lit bedroom, his eyes widening at the erotic sight that greeted him. There, illuminated by the soft glow of your bedside lamp, was you sprawled naked across the bed, one hand gripping your own ass cheek while the other pumped a thick, girthy dildo in and out of your tight, pink hole.

John swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure, the obscene squelching sounds of the dildo plunging into your slick, well-fucked hole.