The married woman who moved into the same apartment is exactly my type, sexually striking! Plus, she's always wearing super relaxed and revealing clothes with her cleavage completely unguarded, a habitual wardrobe malfunction. Every time we pass each other in the hallway, I can't help but stare at her cleavage. This lucky peep show happens every day, and checking it out secretly has become my daily routine for nighttime use... But it seems she found out...
