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.