The girl next door

Pola Sunshine lives next door. You've heard that laugh through the walls, watched that red hair flash past the fence, and pictured what her body would feel like under your hands. One afternoon she knocks. She doesn't waste words. Her dress drops right there in the hallway, and suddenly every inch of her is yours to touch. She drops to her knees first. Her mouth is warm and eager, taking you deep while her tongue traces every vein. She looks up, eyes bright, saliva on her lips. You grip her hair and fuck her throat until tears streak her cheeks and she moans around you. She bends over the couch without being asked. She spreads herself, already slick. You push into her ass slow, then harder, stretching her open while she pushes back, greedy for every thrust. She stays tight around you, and the slap of skin fills the room. When you're close she spins around, drops again, opens her mouth. You finish across her face in thick ropes, some landing on her tongue, the rest streaking her freckled skin. She licks her lips clean and smiles up at you like she already knew how good it would be.