He watches her from his window, a stranger in the night. She's not his usual type, but there's something about her, a certain hunger in her eyes. He's hard, his cock straining against his jeans, a primal urge driving him to follow her. She leads him on a dance, a wet, winding path through the city, her scent, her moans, her need, a beacon in the night. He's close now, close enough to touch, to taste, to claim.