Morning. I opened my eyes on my own, without an alarm clock. My head was heavy, my mouth was dry. At first, I didn't even realize where I was. The room was strange, yet familiar—like it belonged to my own house. A white closet, sheer curtains, laminate flooring. Then it dawned on me: it was the apartment across the street. My neighbor. Yesterday we bumped into each other on the stairs. She was carrying a bag, and I helped her carry it. Things moved quickly after that—tea, small talk, then no more. Now I'm lying here. She's sleeping next to me on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin. Her dark hair is spread across the pillow, her face calm. She's damn beautiful. Not exactly a model, but she has a nice figure, and her breasts really showed off yesterday. I sat down quietly, found my jeans on the chair, and started getting dressed. I wanted to leave before she woke up. It felt awkward somehow. Yesterday was all about emotion, and now it's morning, and I don't even really know her name. I think it was Alina or Anya, I can't remember. I pulled on my jeans and was looking for my T-shirt – and then she moved. "Getting ready already?" His voice was hoarse from sleep. I froze. - Yeah... I didn't want to wake you. I have to go to work soon. She sat up, the blanket slipping off. Her breasts were small but well-shaped, her nipples dark and slightly erect. She looked straight ahead, without embarrassment. — To work, then. And yesterday you didn't have to go anywhere. — Yesterday was a different matter. Listen, maybe I should come by later? In the evening. She shook her head and got out of bed, completely naked. She came closer. Her skin was warm; I could feel it even from a distance. - No need for later. You didn't finish properly yesterday. I remember. Let's finish it now. She put her hand on my waist and pulled me down. I didn't even have time to object. My dick was already hard—just from the sight of her and the way she was looking at me. I really didn't come yesterday; it all happened too quickly, and she was tired. Now she knelt down on the floor and took it in her hand. Her lips were soft and warm. She licked the head, then took it deeper, slowly. I placed my hand on her head, but didn't press—she knew what she was doing. Saliva flowed down the shaft, she licked from bottom to top, and then took it back into her mouth. My breath caught almost immediately. “Fuck...” was all I could breathe out. She looked up, not letting go. Then she stood up, pushed me onto the bed, and climbed on top. Her pussy was already wet; I felt it when she sat down and rubbed herself. Her breasts swayed in front of my face, and I immediately took a nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly and guided my cock inside herself. She entered slowly, all the way. It was hot and tight inside. I grabbed her hips and started to lift her, but she set the rhythm herself—slowly at first, then faster. Her moans grew louder, she leaned forward, her hair falling onto my chest. - More... like this... I flipped her over, spread her legs, and thrust again. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. I fucked her harder now, her pussy slurping, she couldn't hold back. Then she said: — I want from behind. I pulled out, and she got on all fours. Her butt was round and firm. I entered immediately, deeper than before. She lowered her head onto the pillow and moaned into the mattress. I slapped her buttock, and she jerked and pulled back. — Finger... in the ass... I lubricated it with saliva and inserted it. She let out a short cry and began to move her hips on her own. My cock in her pussy, my finger in her tight hole—she was shaking. I felt like I couldn't last long. She turned her head: — Cum inside me. I want you to cum. I sped up. She reached her clit with her hand and started rubbing. Their moans merged. I thrust all the way in, my balls slapping against her. Her insides tightened, and I came—hot, a lot of sperm, right inside her. She came too, her pussy clenching around my cock while mine was still throbbing. We were both breathing heavily. I pulled out, and sperm flowed down my inner thigh. She lay on her side without wiping. “You can go to work now,” she said quietly and smiled. “If you want.” I looked at my watch. I was already really late. But I didn't get up right away.