Hallway Hookup: Ex-Shrink’s Raw Fuck Next Door

2 AM. Apartment hallway. Dim bulb flickers overhead. I shuffle out in boxers and tee, new life as hooker pulling me from shrink boredom. Door creaks next door. She slips out. Robe half-open, tits spilling. It’s her—the bipolar chick. Alternating tears and laughs in sessions. Haven’t seen since she ghosted after my clown therapy jab.

Eyes lock. ‘Doctor?’ Whisper sharp. Bare feet on cold tiles. I smirk. ‘Not anymore. Fuck for cash now.’ Her breath hitches. Nipples harden under silk. Hand grabs my arm. Pulls hard. Threshold crossed. Door clicks shut soft. Heart hammers.

The Hallway Spark

Inside. Air thick with her scent—musk, unwashed sheets. Kitchen light slits under bedroom door. Walls paper-thin. Whole building snoozes. She shoves me against fridge. Lips crash. Tongue wet, desperate. ‘Fuck me quiet,’ she hisses. Robe drops. Pussy shaved, glistening. I drop trou. Cock springs hard, veins pulsing.

Bend her over sink. Grip hips. Slide in raw. Tight, soaked. She bites lip bloody. First thrust—parquet groans low. Muffled. Good. Faster. Slap skin whispers. Her moan escapes—’Shh!’ I clamp hand over mouth. Eyes wide, wild. Euphoria phase hits. She bucks back. Clit grinds counter edge.

Muffled Thrusts and Creaks

Sweat drips. Breath ragged. Blinds rattle faint—streetlight filters slats. Neighbor’s TV hums next wall. Fuck. Too close. Pull hair gentle. Deeper. Balls slap ass soft. She trembles. ‘Cum inside,’ gasp. No pill talk. Risk amps it. Walls echo pulse. Creak. Freeze. Footsteps? No. Just pipes.

Pound harder. Her walls clench. Orgasm rips—body shakes silent, eyes roll. I grunt low. Flood her. Hot spurts. Pull out. Cum drips thigh. Wipe quick. Panting. Kiss sloppy. ‘Worth more than 100 euros,’ I mutter. She laughs hushed—manic spark.

Slip out. Door whispers shut. Hallway empty. Heart thuds chest. Stairs creak underfoot. Old lady door cracks—light spills. ‘Who’s there?’ Cough. I freeze shadow. ‘Nothing, madame.’ Voice steady. Dash up. Lock mine. Bed. Adrenaline buzz. Neighborhood blind. Secret throbs. New gig beats couch dives. Finally alive.

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