Sally Robbins made sure no one was watching, then slipped the master key into the lock of Room 120. She walked in quickly, closing the door behind her. Already, she was beginning to shiver with excitement, her nipples hardening under her light summer blouse.

The room looked pretty much like any of the other twenty-five rooms in the motel – double bed, nightstand, rickety chest of drawers. But there was one important difference – on the far wall, hung lower than the paintings in the other rooms, was a large painting of a sailboat.

Sally approached it and carefully lifted it off the wall, then laid it aside. Underneath it was what looked like a large window looking into the room next door. It was Sally's secret vice – a two-way mirror.

Late that afternoon, a newlywed couple had registered at the front desk, and she only needed to take one look at them before deciding to put them into Room 122 – the room next door to the one she was now standing in.

The man had been tall, blond and good looking, and the cock bulge in his trousers had been enormous. He couldn't keep his hands off of his wife. He kept squeezing and fondling her, and it was easy to see why – she was a delectable young woman. Short in stature, with long dark hair, full, round tits, and a peaches-and-cream complexion, she could make any man weak with desire.

Now, as Sally sidled up to the mirror, she could hardly wait to watch the action. The blond man was lying stretched across the bed, completely nude, with an incredible hard-on.

Sally licked her lips at the sight of his thick purple prick with its large, mushroom-shaped head. His cock was maybe six inches long normal in length – but it was incredibly fat, with large pulsing veins running up and down the cock shaft. Sally clamped her thighs together as hard as she could. She felt the stirrings of lust in her clit and cunt.