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In the dimly lit elevator, a raven-haired gothic beauty, my neighbor, and I find ourselves alone. She leans in, her breath hot on my ear, "You've been watching me, haven't you?" I nod, my heart pounding. She turns, her skirt riding up, revealing her lacy black thong. She starts touching herself, her fingers dancing over her wet panties. I can't help but watch, my cock hardening. She notices, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Not here," I whisper, but she ignores me, pushing me against the wall, her hand rubbing my bulge. The elevator dings, and the doors open, but we don't stop. She keeps going, her hand now inside my pants, stroking me. I can't take it anymore, I pull her out, and we stumble to my apartment, where she finishes what she started, her mouth, her hands, her body, until I explode.