It’s 8:30 a.m. We’re starving, giggling like idiots. Still buzzed from last night’s booze and beats. Spring sun floods the hallway. Fresh croissants, warm bread, oysters, a bottle of wine for later. Just need coffee. She’s my neighbor, door next to mine. We bump into each other in the elevator, bags rustling. I peck her lips. Inhale her scent. Fuck, I crave her body pressed to mine.
Elevator dings. We stumble into her flat. I suggest she showers, I’ll make breakfast. Bullshit. I grab her tight. Nibble her neck. Taste those soft lips. Hands slip under her sweater. One unbuttons her jeans. Success. Now I’ve got a throbbing tit up top, scorching pussy below. Senses explode. My mouth devours her skin, her flavor, her silkiness. She intoxicates me.
The Contact
In the living room, I pin her against grandma’s old bread hutch—our makeshift bar. Strip her feverishly. Hungry for every inch. She pants, yields shamelessly. I feel her love in my bones. God, she’s gorgeous. Breasts so soft. I tease her nipples rosy with my tongue piercing. Massage them glistening under my palms. She melts, lost in bliss.
I worship her flat belly. Lips graze flanks. Hands roam. Tongue darts. But back to those sensitive tits. Her moans—hushed, breathy—ignite me. Heat floods my core. Pussy drips, soaks my thighs. She liquefies me.
I edge lower. Yank pants, shoes, socks, panties off. She perches on the hutch, knees bent, heels to ass, legs splayed wide. Eyes gleaming, breath ragged. Begging for my mouth on her dripping cunt. Gushing wet.
Hands on inner thighs. Tease every inch. Taste her impatience. Then devour her pussy. Suck labia. Fuck her clit. Tongue piercing spins it wild. Slurp like a cock, greedy.
She cums hard. Arches. Floods my mouth. Tongue probes her hole. I kneel, legs over shoulders. She tilts, exposes asshole. I rim her deep. Musky heaven. Fingers plunge her wetness. She babbles, begs to be fucked hard.
Grab Georges—our thick latex buddy. Lube him in her juices. Suck him mixed with us. Press head to slit. Thrust sharp, teasing. Jolt her body. Kiss clit, pinch tits.
She’s stunning in ecstasy. Growls escape. Head thrashes. Humps my hand. I pound faster, deeper. Long scream—her orgasm rips free. Parquet creaks under us. Muffled gasps. Light slits through blinds. Neighbors’ walls so thin.
Cradle her. She slumps, limp. Hands wander me. Georges trapped between. I thrust steady. Devour her heaving tits. Deep kisses swallow cries. She glows cumming again.
The Indiscretion
She rises, kisses fierce. ‘I love you. Only you make me cum like this.’ Face flushed, trembling. Turns, offers ass. Wiggles it. Arches, legs spread, tits dangling on wood.
Caress pale globes. Kiss, bite. Spread cheeks. Tongue to brown ring. She undulates. Slutty perfection. Georges back in her pussy. Then ass. Fuck her doggy savage. Slap cheeks red. Grip hair, throat. Back arches, ass pushes back. Pussy squirts as I drill. She howls low—stifled for the hall.
She tenses, quakes. Massive orgasm. Juices gush thighs. We collapse tender.
Her turn. Kisses devour. Hands grope tits, pinch nipples hard. Fingers to clit—roll, rub. Edging me cruel. I beg. She lays me on hutch. Fingers my swollen lips. Belly burns, floods.
‘Fuck me full.’ Georges enters rough. Pounds like a bitch. I scream muffled, buck. Squirt floods.
‘Soaked ass, baby.’ Spanks hard. Plugs my hole with Charles—golden, slick. Double stuffed. Fucks both holes brutal. I shatter, fountain gush. Lick my cream off her fingers.
Final double orgasm wrecks me. Sobs of joy. She holds me safe.
We crash to bed, sated. Later, laugh cleaning mess. Rewax hutch sticky with our cum. Secret safe. Heart pounds at every stair creak outside.