The walls are thin, and her pleasure is loud and clear tonight. My neighbor's cries of ecstasy echo through the apartment, driving me to the brink of madness. I try to distract myself, but my cock has other plans, straining against my pants, demanding satisfaction. I give in, pulling it out and wrapping my fist around its thick, rigid length. It's a monster, veins bulging, ready to burst. I stroke it slowly, matching the rhythm of her moans next door. Her cries get louder, more urgent, and my hand moves faster, my grip tighter. I can feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up. With a final, loud cry, she comes, and I follow, my cock pulsing, hot cum spurting onto my stomach and hand. I pant, trying to catch my breath, as her satisfied moans continue next door.