Her neigbour, a tall and chiselled man, awaits her in her bedroom, a smirk on his chiselled face. He wears nothing but a pair of navy-blue boxers, his arousal pronounced. She kneels before him, her eyes fixed on his member. He leans down, whispering in her ear. Just the tip, he says, his words thick and husky. She captures his member in her lips, relishing his taste as she creates the perfect suction. He groans and runs his fingers through her hair, pulling her farther down. Her head moves in slow, measured swirls, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from his cock. She can feel his hand tightening in her locks, urging her deeper. She obeys, her tongue darting forth and back, tracing every vein and crevice, savoring his aroma. Her vision starts to blur as her orgasm approaches, and she’s momentarily jolted by his sudden movement. She glances up, and he nods in approval, his erection now shimmering with discernible droplets of pre-cum. With a swift motion, he pulls her to her feet and moves her against the Amazonian window overlooking the neighbourhood. She clasps her hands at his waist as he nimbly gyrates, his hands now entwined in her tousled hair, his hips bumping against her most tender spot. His thrusts are deep and long, her cries of pleasure filling the room, the vibrations of her howls mixing with the buzzing of Amazon’s servers. She clings to him, her nails digging into his skin, her eyes shut tight, gripping onto a single thought – to cherish every plundering instant, one stroke at a time.