DIRECTOR'S CUT - Peeping Jane

Jennifer drags her exhausted ass home from a brutal red-eye, peels off her travel clothes, and hops straight into the shower. She just wants hot water to wash the day off. That's when the bathroom door cracks. Adriana Chechik lets herself in like she owns the keycard, catches the naked outline through the glass, and lets a hungry smile spread. The curvy, hand-hungry Peeping Jane steps inside. Skin meets skin, greedy fingers sink into wet thighs and hips, and Jennifer yelps--but the hotel apparently sent a complimentary massage this time. Quick sell. Jennifer's too wiped out to argue, especially when two slick palms glide over her soaked cheeks, thumbs working just enough pressure to melt her into the glass door. From ass to feet, Adriana treats both with lavish, slow worship. Ten toes, ten kisses, the works. Then she yanks her own shirt off. Tits out, focus shifted north to Jennifer's bouncy tits; next she slides south again. Teasing fingers part Jennifer's slick folds. Tongue and knuckles go to work until Jennifer's knees buckle and she comes in short, shuddering pumps. Happy, sleepy, grateful. She tips the way fantasy masseuses fantasize about: she lets Adriana climb in the stall, spins the slippery brunette around, and feeds two curious fingers straight into her eager ass. Adriana bucks back, begging for more, harder, deeper, saying she lives for the stretch. Her moans echo off tile while the Peeping Jane watches the whole fingering session from some private corridor--nearly short-circuiting with the view. Thing is, that little voyeur's next idea is about to get much weirder and dirtier. If you want the punchline, you already know where to look.