Crush Next Door Claims Her Ass

Hana stood at her bedroom window in nothing but a thin white tank top and black cotton panties, the summer heat making the fabric cling to her sweat-damp skin. Across the narrow strip of lawn and the chain-link fence, Rafael’s window sat open just like hers. The tattooed personal trainer was twenty-eight, all thick muscle and inked sleeves of black dragons and thorns that disappeared under the waistband of his low-slung gray sweatpants. For weeks she had watched him. He had watched her right back.

She was twenty-two, fresh out of community college, still living in the cheap duplex her aunt had left her. Every evening after he finished training clients he would strip off his shirt, drop onto the edge of his bed, and wrap that big fist around his cock while staring straight at her. Hana would shove two fingers into her soaked cunt and rub her clit in frantic circles, never looking away. Last night she had gone further. She had turned around, pulled her panties down, and spread her cheeks so he could see the tight pink pucker of her virgin asshole while she fucked herself with three fingers. He had come so hard the ropes hit his own abs.

Tonight she texted him the only thing that mattered. Come over. Drinks. Now.

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Hana opened it barefoot, nipples already hard under the tank. Rafael filled the doorway, six-three of cocky smirk and that heavy cock outlined against the thin sweatpants. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and backed her against the wall of the narrow entryway.

“Been waiting months to hear you say that,” he said, voice low and rough. His hands slid under her tank, thumbs brushing the undersides of her bare tits. “You know what I’ve been jerking off to every night, Hana? That little tight ass you keep flashing me. Tell me you want it.”

She swallowed, already wet enough that her panties stuck to her pussy lips. “I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it since the first time I watched you stroke that fat cock across the fence. But especially…” She reached down and cupped him through the fabric, fingers tracing the thick ridge. “I want this in my ass. I’ve never let anyone near it. I want you to stretch it and wreck it.”

Rafael’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her wrist and hauled her into the living room, then spun her around and shoved her bent over the arm of the worn leather couch. The tank rode up. He yanked her panties down to her knees in one hard tug. Cool air hit her exposed cunt and the cleft of her ass.

“Look at this pretty fucking hole,” he muttered. Both hands spread her cheeks wide. “So pink. So closed up. You’ve been teasing me with it for weeks.”

Hana braced her forearms on the cushions, ass pushed out, heart hammering. “Eat it. Please. I’ve dreamed about your tongue there.”

He dropped to his knees behind her like he owned the floor. No soft teasing. His mouth fastened onto her pussy first, thick tongue driving straight into her hole, licking up every drop of the slick that had already coated her inner thighs. He sucked her clit hard enough to make her cry out, then dragged his tongue higher, over the smooth skin of her perineum, and straight onto her asshole.