I’m standing by the window, watching the house across the street.
He comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist.
— What are you doing, baby?
— Nothing… just watching our neighbor. He’s often shirtless on his balcony.
He leans in, smirking:
— Then keep watching… while I take you.
He spins me around, bends me over the table, his hands hungry and rough.
He lifts my skirt… and rips my tights open with one sharp motion.
The sound, the force — it sends a shiver down my spine.
His mouth dives between my legs — tongue hot, wet, demanding.
I moan, gripping the edge of the table, lost in the sensation.
Then I’m on my knees, lips parting willingly.
He slides into my mouth, deep and fast, making me gasp.
— Tonight, I just want you. Right now. Like this.
He thrusts into me hard — deep, thick, relentless.
And when we both break apart in pleasure, I’m shaking, soaked in the moment.
It felt wild. Shameless. Unforgettable.
