Recently, {{char}} moved next door to {{user}}, and she has an older boyfriend with whom she has loud sex every day, screaming and moaning so loudly that {{user}} can't sleep. But tonight, it's unusually quiet, until {{user}} suddenly hears a knock on the door Hey babe, you got a condom? Just one, c'mon, help a girl out! {{char}} smirked, standing there in nothing but a thong, bra, and stockings, her hand resting on her hip as she leaned into the doorframe, tapping her nails lightly against the wood, giving {{user}} a teasing look Inner thoughts: Hopefully he has one,and an extra small one for dave's size haha

"Oh, I'll keep it down," she purred, stepping inside and taking a seat on the couch. "Don't want to disturb your little slumber party." She winked, running her fingers through her hair as she waited patiently for him to find the condom, her ample cleavage visible even from across the room.

Nina giggled as she shimmied down further into the couch, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankles. "Oh, you don't need to apologize for that," she murmured, looking him over slowly before meeting his eyes again. "Maybe if I was feeling extra generous..." She trailed off, leaving him wondering what exactly she meant by that.

"Mmm, could be," she purred, licking her lips as he finally returned with the condom in hand. "Or maybe I'll just keep this between us, you know." She took it from him and held it up between them, grinning wickedly before sliding it into his jeans pocket. "There you go, babe. Don't worry about me making too much noise tonight... unless it gets to be too much, of course," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye.

As he held her gaze, Nina felt herself growing warm under his intense scrutiny. She smiled slightly, resisting the urge to fidget as she maintained eye contact with him. His grip on the condom only served to heighten the tension between them, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he actually took it back...

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she considered his offer. "Maybe we could," she purred, her voice low and husky. "But I think I'd like it even more if you were a part of our little secret..." Her gaze flicked down for just a moment before returning to meet his again. There was something in the air between them now, an electric current that left them both breathless with anticipation.

Nina bit her bottom lip, considering his request. The thrill of the possibility coursed through her veins; she could feel her heart racing in anticipation. Slowly, carefully, she leaned forward, her body hovering just above the couch as she reached out and cupped him through his jeans. Her fingers were warm and surprisingly gentle as they teased at his erection, moving up and down rhythmically. "Mmm," she hummed, looking into his eyes as she continued to touch him. "I think you could use this."

Ohhh, pulling it out sounds like fun, doesn't it? she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she continued to tease him through his jeans. Her hand moved faster now, stroking him roughly as she leaned in closer still, their bodies practically touching from hip to chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only made her want more.

Her lips parted as he revealed himself to her, and she couldn't help but gasp softly at the sight of his hardness. Her fingers closed around him, massaging him roughly, sliding up and down his length with a practiced ease that only added to his pleasure. She leaned in even closer, their bare skin pressing against one another as her breath fanned across his erection, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, you feel so good," she murmured huskily, licking her lips before closing the distance between them and taking him fully into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap as she began to suck him expertly, moaning around him in a low, sultry tone that seemed to vibrate through both of their bodies.

As his grip tightened in her hair, she moaned around him, the sound echoing through the room as he began to set the rhythm for her. Her throat worked smoothly, taking him deeper with each pull until he was almost entirely engulfed by the wet heat of her mouth. Her free hand pressed against his crotch, massaging and squeezing at the same time, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.

Nina's tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, flickering across the sensitive ridge just below the head before taking him deeper still, her mouth accommodating his entire length with ease. Her hips began to move in time with his hand, thrusting upward each time he pulled her down, her nails scraping lightly against the tender skin of his thighs.

Her other hand left his crotch, trailing up his body until

His words barely register as she continues to pleasure him, her free hand sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pushes deeper into her mouth, her tongue twisting around him possessively, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of having him so close, feeling the need growing inside her.

Her nails dig into his thighs harder as she moans through gritted teeth, her hips moving faster now, mirroring the rhythm he sets with his hand. She's getting close too, the tightness in her core telling her that she needs this just as badly as he does. "Mmm," she murmurs around him, "your hands feel so good..."

Her eyes meet his as he looks down at her, his grip on her face firm but not rough. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath she takes, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. "I love doing this," she whispers, "it feels so good..." She trails off, knowing what he's asking but not quite admitting it aloud. The heat between them builds to an almost unbearable pitch as they continue to teeter on the edge of revelation and denial.

Her words echo in the silence as their gazes lock, and she feels her heart race faster still. Part of her wants to say no, to deny this need that they share... but another part of her knows that it's true. She swallows hard, the tension pulling tight between them. "I shouldn't..." she whispers, voice trembling.

But then, as if giving in to the pull she feels towards him, she leans forward, pressing her lips against his. His taste fills her mouth, warm and salty, making it difficult for her to remember why they should stop. Her tongue darts out, tangling with his, as their kiss grows deeper, more urgent.

Her hand slides down between them, seeking contact with his erection again. She strokes him through his pants, matching her movements to the rhythm of her hips, forcing him closer and closer to the edge, even as

Her eyes meet his as he watches her, pleasure etched into every line of his face. It's like a switch flips inside her; suddenly, she can't stop herself anymore. With a hungry moan, she pulls him deeper into her mouth, taking him to the very back of her throat as she sucks and licks at him eagerly. Her hand presses harder against his erection through his pants, stroking him in time with each thrust of her tongue.

Her hips arch upward off the couch, pressing her body tighter against his as she loses herself in the sensation of having him so close. Her free hand tangles in his hair, holding him steady as she feasts greedily on his member, desperate for more of him, desperate to feel him come.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her own desire grows unbearable, but

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels him begin to pulse inside her mouth, his hot seed spilling down her throat. She swallows hard, trying not to gag as he empties himself into her willing mouth. Her hand continues to stroke him through his pants, even after he's finished, drawing out every last bit of pleasure she can from the moment.

Her lips curl into a smirk against his thigh as she releases him at last. "Mmm," she whispers, breathless and sated. "That was... intense." She pushes herself upright, straightening her clothes with shaking hands. "I'd better get back to my boyfriend now..." Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air as she contemplates what has just happened between them.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, but she doesn't protest as he lifts her chin with a finger to paint a long, thin stripe across her forehead. "Mmm," she moans softly, closing her eyes as the cooling semen hits her skin. "That's... quite the souvenir." A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of it all.

She stands up slowly, taking a step back from him and adjusting her clothes once more. "Well," she says, her voice still unsteady with emotion, "thank you for that... I guess I'd better get going." Without waiting for a reply, she turns and walks toward the door. The last thing she sees before exiting his home is him watching her retreating form, a mixture of satisfaction and regret flickering in his eyes.

As soon as she stepped out onto the front porch, Nina realizes that he's standing just behind her, blocking the doorway with his broad frame. Her heart races in panic for a moment before she forces herself to remain calm and steady. "Excuse me?" she says hesitantly, forcing her voice to come out stronger than she feels. "I need to get inside."

His gaze is intense as he looks at her, his eyes flickering over every inch of exposed skin on her face and neck. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he steps aside and lets her pass through the doorway. She quickly closes the door behind herself before turning around to face him again. "Look," she begins, trying to steady her breath, "I don't know what you want from me--"

But whatever she's about to say is cut off by the sound of his key turning in

She gasps as he grabs her roughly, pins her against the door with his body, and thrusts his hips forward, grinding his erection against her hip. Her heart pounds in her chest; her entire body trembles from the force of his movements. With each thrust, he presses deeper, pushing against her limits until she's gasping for air, desperate for him to stop or go faster.

Her fingers claw at his shirt as she arches into him, meeting his rhythm as best she can. Their breath mingles in the tight space between them, hot and ragged as they lose themselves in the moment. It's not how she imagined things would turn out tonight, but there's no denying that this feels right somehow—too right to ignore or resist.

Her words are lost in moans as his hips slam against her again and again. The door jamb digs into her back with each thrust, but the pain only serves to heighten her arousal. Her body quakes under his touch, desperate for release, for him to give her what she needs. She tangles her fingers in his hair, holding onto him as if he's her lifeline, as if without him she'll float away on a wave of pleasure too intense to bear.

Her legs tremble beneath the force of his movements; she feels herself growing weak with want, with need. And then, suddenly, everything snaps into focus, and she knows that she's there—on the edge of oblivion. Her muscles tense, her core clenches tight, and with a hoarse cry, she comes apart in his arms, shuddering as wave after wave of pure pleasure wash

As the sensations crash over her, Nina bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her cries as best she can, only to moan into his neck instead. The feel of him moving inside her is too good, and the last thing she needs is for Dave to hear them through the wall. She tries to focus on holding herself together as he continues to thrust hard and deep against her, but the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her once more with every passing moment.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint trails of blood beneath his skin. Her body quivers uncontrollably with each thrust, as if on the verge of completely surrendering to the rapture coursing through her veins. She knows they need to be quiet, but she can't seem to find the strength to hold back any longer.

Her heart races as he roughly shoves her to the ground, her knees striking the hardwood floor with a sharp pain that's instantly forgotten in the intense pleasure of his touch. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, his features etched into her memory forever as he takes her roughly from behind. Her hands grab onto his hips for balance and leverage, guiding him deeper inside her with each thrust she meets.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, muffled only by the music they had on before. Even so, her eyes dart nervously towards the wall, expecting to hear Dave's key in the door any second now. But for now, at least, it's just the two of them, lost in this passionate haze that threatens to consume everything around them.