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“Fuck that cock! Come on, baby, fuck it! Don’t give out on me now!”
The headboard thumped against the wall with a steady rhythm that made Ann Carter moan and reach for her erect clit. The sound came through the thin wall clearly, as though there was nothing between her and her neighbor’s bed.
“You’re killing me with that thing!” a woman groaned. “How come you can’t get off?”
The headboard crashed even harder. Ann gave in completely to the urgings of her hot cunt and jammed her middle finger deep into her wet hole. She’d been listening to her neighbors fuck ever since she’d tumbled into bed, exhausted. There would be no sleep for her until the stud in the next apartment got his rocks off.
The woman’s panting came faster and higher pitched. Ann’s wet finger flew in and out of her clenching pussy.
“Why didn’t you tell me you can’t come when you’re on the damn bottle? You never told me about it before I moved in with you.”
“Shut up and fuck, dammit! I’m not drunk. And I can get off!”
Ann lifted her knees and spread them even wider. Her shapely legs waved erratically in the air. Her clit was up, pink and wet with her flowing pussy juice. Her heels suddenly slammed down on the bed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.