Secrets behind the door

I watched my 60-year-old wife through the half-open door as she stood in the bathroom, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across the tiled floor. The towel was wrapped around her, revealing a curvaceous figure with her blonde hair cascading down her back. Her plump lips were slightly parted, and her eyes reflected the warm light. The camera captured every detail, from the lace of her nightgown to the faintest curve of her hips. She moved gracefully, unaware of the偷窥的目光 that followed her every movement.