The hallway light flickered dimly. Late night. I’d just grabbed my DVD from the lobby machine. ‘Happiness in Cum.’ Classic. Door creaked as I climbed the stairs. Footsteps behind me. Soft. Hesitant. Turned. Her. Laure from next door. Short robe barely tied. Eyes on the case in my hand. She smirked. Knew exactly what it was. ‘Maxime, right? Hot choice.’ Whispered. Breath hot. Heart skipped. Neighbors slept. Walls thin. She leaned close. Tit brushed my arm. ‘Mind if I… see?’ Door to her place cracked open. Light spilled. Pulled me in. No words. Just need.
Inside her flat. Door shut soft. Click. Parquet groaned underfoot. She snatched the DVD. Popped it in. Screen glowed. Laure Sinclair sucking cock. Spitting. Real name match? Coincidence fueled fire. She dropped robe. Naked. Pussy shaved smooth. Ass powdered perfect. Like the porn sluts. Grabbed my zipper. Yanked down. Cock sprang out. Hard already. ‘Shh,’ she hissed. Finger to lips. Neighbors above. Below. Listening?
The Contact
Her mouth engulfed me. Wet. Sloppy. Muffled slurps. Tongue swirled prepuce. Spit trailed. Matched the screen. Guy behind her now. Double team. She bent over couch. Ass cheeks spread. Brown star winked. Lubed finger probed. I spat on her hole. Pushed in slow. Real. Not fake porn thrust. She gasped. Bit lip. ‘Quiet,’ I growled. Cockhead nudged anus. Inch by inch. Tight ring gripped. Burned sweet. She rocked back. Fucked herself quiet. Parquet creaked. Rhythmic. Light under door. Someone passing? Froze. Listened. Nothing. Thrust harder. Guts churned.
The Indiscretion
Switched. Her on knees. Sucked while I fingered ass. Pre-cum oozed. She lapped. Eyes locked on TV. Blonde riding reverse cowgirl. Slow grind. Power move. Mimicked. She mounted me. Facing away. Ass cheeks clapped soft. Controlled bounces. Up. Down. Cock slid deep in shitter. No lube now. Just sweat. Spit. Raw. ‘Gonna cum,’ I whispered. She sped up. Muffled moans. Hand over mouth. My balls tightened. Pressed base. Held it. Edge danced. Then release. Pumped ropes into her bowels. Hot flood. Leaked out. Smeared thighs. She shuddered. Clit rubbed on my sack. Came silent. Body quaked.
Cum cooled sticky. Belly trailed. She wiped with robe. Ejected DVD. Handed back. ‘Secret,’ she breathed. Kissed quick. Dirty. I slipped out. Door whispered shut. Hallway empty. Heart hammered. Stairs creaked under me. Footsteps? Paused. Shadow passed landing. Old guy from 3B. Yawning. Didn’t look. Back to my door. Key fumbled. Inside. Locked. Breath ragged. Cock twitched again. Memory burned. Neighborhood slept. Our filth hidden. Tomorrow? Another DVD. Another risk. Bliss in the jizz.