March 7th lounged on her bed, her pink hair splayed across the pillows, her blue-purple eyes glinting with hunger. The white tank top clung to her perky tits, her nipples stiff beneath the fabric. Her black thong was already damp, her pussy throbbing as she waited. The wall between her apartment and his was thin—she’d heard him fucking other women before, their moans driving her wild. Tonight, she’d finally invited him over.
A knock. Her breath hitched.
The door creaked open, and there he stood—tall, muscular, his dark skin glistening under the dim light. His sweatpants did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock, already straining against the fabric.
“Took you long enough,” March purred, spreading her legs.
He smirked, stepping inside. “Knew you’d be wet for me.”
March whimpered, grinding against his hand. “Need your cock—now.”
He flipped her onto all fours, ripping her thong off. The slap of flesh echoed as he spanked her ass, leaving a red mark. She yelped, but her pussy clenched in anticipation.
No foreplay. No mercy. He shoved his thick cock into her tight hole in one thrust.
“Ahn! S-So deep!” March screamed, her walls stretching around him.
He gripped her hips, pounding into her like a beast. Each slam made her tits jiggle, her moans rising in pitch. “Y-Yes! Fuck me harder—break me!”
Her bed creaked violently as he fucked her senseless, his balls slapping against her clit. She came with a shriek, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, slamming one last time. Hot cum flooded her cunt, her body trembling as she collapsed onto the sheets.
Panting, March smirked. “Guess I’ll be hearing my moans through the wall next time.”