The Snooper: Gia DiMarco Uses Peeping Tom As Her Sex Toy!

Gia DiMarco lounges at home, legs tucked under her, magazine in hand, music drifting through the room. Anthony Cruz edges closer to the window, phone raised, snapping shots of the woman he shouldn't be watching. He slips inside for better angles. Gia doesn't flinch. She turns, eyes sharp, and cuffs him before he can run. Now he's hers. She hands him the phone, tells him to hit record, or the footage goes straight to his boss, his family. Anthony obeys. He sits, legs spread, camera pointed down as Gia drops between his knees and takes his cock in her mouth. Slow at first, then deeper, wetter, until he's gripping the chair and forgetting why he broke in. She yanks him to the floor, climbs over his face, and grinds down hard. The tripod camera catches her ass rocking, her pussy smothering him, every thrust pushing her closer. When she flips, she grabs her wand, presses it to her clit while Anthony licks her from behind. The moans get louder, her thighs shake, and she comes again, dripping down his tongue. She isn't done. Gia takes the phone back, aims it at her own cunt as she sinks onto his cock. She rides him hard, camera shaking with every slam, chasing another orgasm. When she's had enough, she peels off her stockings, wraps them around his shaft, and strokes until he spills over the sheer fabric, thick streaks running down her legs. She keeps the tape. And she already knows she'll use it.