You come home and I’m waiting by the door... your sweet, curious neighbor. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and tonight, I can’t hide it anymore. "Do you have a second?" I ask with a smile, gently biting my lip. "I’ve been practicing a new dance… wanna see?" I hit play. The music starts low and slow — just like the way I move for you. My hips roll, my eyes lock onto yours. Bit by bit, my clothes fall to the floor, until I’m bare… exposed… aching. I drop to my knees, crawl between your legs and whisper: "I need your cock in my mouth… please." I worship you with my lips, slow and deep, like I’ve dreamed of for weeks. And then, I can’t wait another second. I climb on top of you, breathless and soaked. "I love you… I want all of you." And then the fantasy takes over. I lean in, moaning softly into your ear: "Id make a good mother… maybe I was meant to be your perfect little breeding slut. Fill me up, baby… make me yours." You say NO and its too late , i hold you down till your leaking your juice deep inside me mmm