Neighbor's Moans Drive Me to Stroke My Throbbing Cock
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.