The hallway smells of polished wood and faint cooking. Old building creaks underfoot. I knock softly on Colette’s door, heart racing. Tutoring done, Nadine at her dad’s. Door cracks open. Her eyes sparkle, cheeks flush. ‘Come in quick,’ she whispers. Glance over shoulder—empty corridor, but doors line both sides. Neighbors could hear. She pulls me inside, door clicks shut. Light filters under neighbor’s door opposite. Her blouse strains over massive tits. ‘I’ve seen you staring,’ she breathes, hands lifting them. Buttons pop one by one. Lace bra spills out, huge globes straining satin. I freeze, cock twitching. She grabs my hand, presses to warm flesh. ‘Touch, but quiet.’ Parquet groans as she steps closer.
Her bedroom door ajar, blinds half-drawn. Streetlight slices through. She shoves me onto bed, yanks pants down. Cock springs free, throbbing. ‘Shh,’ she hisses, rolling condom on. Straddles me slow. Tits dangle like heavy udders, nipples dark. Sink into her wet pussy—hot, gripping. She rides hard, bedframe squeaks. ‘Fuck, your tits,’ I groan low. Grab handfuls, squeeze soft weight. They slap my chest, muffled thuds. Her breath rasps, moans escape—’Ahh’—bites lip hard. Walls thin, neighbor’s TV hums next door. What if they hear? She grinds deeper, pussy clenching. I thrust up, balls slap her ass. Sweat drips. Tits bounce wild, I suck one, tongue swirling nipple. She gasps sharp, hand over mouth. Parquet cracks under bed leg. Light shifts—someone in hall? She freezes, pussy pulsing. ‘Don’t stop,’ whispers fierce. Pounds faster, tits flopping. I pinch nipples, she shudders, cums with choked growl. Her juices soak me. Can’t hold—explode inside, grunting into pillow.
The Contact
She flips doggy, ass cheeks spread. ‘Fuck me quiet.’ Cock slides back in, slick. Grab hips, pound steady. Tits swing under, I reach, heft them—pounds of soft meat. ‘Your huge fucking tits,’ I mutter. She pushes back, whispers, ‘Harder, call ’em melons.’ Slap her ass soft, creak echoes. Moans bubble, she stifles with pillow. Cum builds fast, tunnel sucks me. Pinch tits, twist nipples wet. Blast again, hips bucking silent. Collapse sweaty.
Shower quick, soap her tits—slide cock between again. She titfucks me, soapy valley milks load onto cleavage. Clean up, dress. Hallway dark now. Heart hammers as door opens. Footsteps? No, empty. Creep down stairs, wood groans. Pass old lady’s door—light out, she sleeps. Secret burns hot. Back home, cock twitches replaying. Neighbors clueless.