In the dead of night, a curious knock echoes through the dimly lit hallway. Craze1991's neighbor, a mysterious figure, stands there, lips slightly parted, eyes gleaming with unspoken desire. Wordlessly, they step inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The neighbor sinks to their knees, eager hands unbuckling Craze1991's belt. With a flick of the tongue, they tease the hardening shaft, before taking it deep, their mouth warm and wet. Slurping sounds fill the room as they bob their head, Craze1991's fingers tangling in their hair, guiding the pace. The neighbor's skilled tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, drawing out low, guttural moans, before taking the entire length, inch by inch, until Craze1991's hips buck, and they release, their neighbor swallowing every drop.