The moment I dropped my bags in that shitty little apartment, I caught a glimpse of her—Ayaka, my smoking-hot next-door neighbor. She was stepping out onto her balcony, rocking a tight tank top that hugged her fat tits and a pair of shorts that barely covered her juicy ass. The sun hit her curves just right, making every inch of her skin glow with sweat and promise. Fuck, my dick twitched hard and fast like it had a mind of its own.
She caught me staring, those deep brown eyes flashing with something—maybe amusement, maybe hunger. "Hey, newbie," she called out, her voice low and sultry, like velvet wrapped around a whip. "You gonna come say hi or just stand there like a horny little fuckboy?"
I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but my cock was already leaking pre-cum. "Uh, hey, I'm… I'm just moving in."
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good. You'll need to get used to me. I'm the only MILF around here, and I don't share."
I wanted to tell her I was definitely going to get used to her, but my throat went dry. Instead, I nodded like a dumbass.
Days passed, but every time I stepped outside, I caught her in something tight, something wet, something that screamed fuck me. One afternoon, she leaned over the balcony, and the sunlight hit her tits so perfectly I swore I could see the nipples poking through that thin fabric. My dick throbbed painfully.
"Hey, you!" she shouted, eyes locked on me. "You look like you could use some company. How about you come over this afternoon? Hubby's out of town. I need a little help."
My heart hammered, cock aching to get inside that wet, waiting pussy. "I'll be there," I said, voice rougher than I meant.
That night, sweat sticking to my skin, I knocked on her door. It swung open, and there she was—Ayaka in a silk robe that left little to the imagination. Her tits spilled out, and the scent of her perfume mixed with something raw, primal.
She grabbed my hand, pulling me inside, and whispered, "Don't keep me waiting, baby."
What followed was a blur of hot skin, hungry mouths, and hands exploring every curve. I slobbered over her tits, licking and sucking until she moaned, squeezing my hair like she owned me. She ground her hips into my hard cock, and when I finally slid inside her tight, dripping pussy, the world exploded in fire and ecstasy.
Her moans filled the room, filthy words dripping off her tongue. "Fuck me, you dirty little cock… harder… don't stop…"
I lost myself in the rhythm, pumping, slapping, cumming deep inside her wet heat. We collapsed, sticky and satisfied, but I knew this was just the fucking start.
The second her robe slipped off, revealing those fat, juicy tits and that soft curve of her hips, my cock practically screamed for attention. Ayaka's eyes darkened with hunger as she stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. Her breath was hot, mixing with the scent of summer sweat and something sweeter—pure lust.
"God, you're so fucking hard already," she whispered, her hand trailing down to cup my thick shaft through my shorts. The way she squeezed made my knees weak. I groaned, hands fumbling to pull her closer, wanting every inch of her.
Her lips found mine, soft at first, then pushing, demanding, swallowing my tongue like she'd been starving for this too long. I tasted her—honey and heat, mixed with the salty edge of sweat. She tasted like sin, and I wanted to drown in it.
"Take me, baby," she breathed, pulling back just enough to look deep into my eyes. "I've been so fucking lonely… you're gonna make me feel alive again."
I didn't hesitate. Fingers trembling, I slid my hand down her back, tracing the swell of her ass, grabbing it tight. She gasped, pressing her body harder against me, grinding her slick pussy over the growing bulge in my pants.
With a low growl, I dropped to my knees, freeing my cock from its prison. Ayaka's eyes went wide, then dark with lust as I took her thick nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting just enough to make her shiver.
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I trailed kisses down her smooth skin, stopping just above the waistband of her shorts. She wriggled under me, desperate, wet, dripping with need.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned. "I wanna feel you inside me."
I tore the shorts off her, revealing that perfect, dripping pussy—glossy and swollen, begging for me. She spread her legs, and I pushed inside slowly, savoring every inch of tight heat. Her hips lifted to meet mine, riding me like a queen, hot and hungry.
Our bodies moved together, sweat mixing, moans and curses filling the small apartment. She rode me hard, hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in as she screamed my name, calling me her dirty little cock, her summer fuck.
I lost track of time, pounding into her until I couldn't hold back, blasting my cum deep inside her dripping pussy. She clenched around me, squeezing every drop, crying out in pure, filthy pleasure.
We collapsed, bodies slick and sticky, breaths heavy in the steamy air.
"Fuck," she whispered, "this summer's gonna be dirty as hell."
Ayaka's body was slick with sweat, her breathing ragged as she leaned against me, tits pressed hard to my chest. I could feel her heart pounding just as fast as mine.
"Don't think this is just about the sex," she whispered, voice thick with emotion and lust. "I want you. All of you."
I kissed her neck, tasting salt and desire, the promise of more dirty nights ahead. "I'm yours, Ayaka. Whatever you want."
She smiled, a slow, wicked grin that promised all the filthy fun we could handle. "Good. 'Cause this summer? You're my personal fucktoy. No mercy."
And with that, she dragged me back onto the bed, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw as she lowered her lips onto mine again, hungry and demanding.
The night was ours—raw, messy, and endless.