The knock was soft, but my pussy clenched in anticipation. It was Leo, my neighbor from across the hall, standing there with that smirk that said he knew exactly what I wanted. His eyes raked over my thin tank top, my hard nipples poking against the fabric. "Got that spare sugar?" he asked, voice low. We both knew sugar wasn't on the menu.

I pulled him inside my bedroom. The air crackled. No words, just hands. His big palms slid under my top, thumbs circling my tits, pinching my nipples until I gasped. "Fuck, Leo," I breathed out. He kissed me, all tongue and teeth, his dick already a hard rod straining against his jeans. I could feel its thick outline pressing into my belly.

My hands fumbled with his belt. I wanted to taste him. I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet, pulling his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang out, thick and veiny, the head already slick with pre-cum. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my head. "Suck that dick, girl," he grunted. I deep-throated him, gagging a little, loving the salty taste and the way his balls tightened.

He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of the bed. My ass was in the air. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper—smart man. Then I felt the broad, wet head of his cock nudging at my soaked entrance. "This wet cunt