My Rear Window: Mia Moore Gets Fucked Hard by Neighbor Rob Piper

Mia Moore climbs the ladder every day until the corner office and that fresh apartment feel like things she actually earned. After the spreadsheets stop screaming at her, she settles by her window and starts watching. Across the courtyard, Rob Piper moves like trouble wearing a suit. She decides to test him. Night after night, she strips slow under the lamplight, letting him see every curve, every inch she keeps private from everyone else. Rob answers the dare one evening with a knock that rattles her door frame. The second he steps inside, he bends her across his knee, palm cracking hard, then leather. Each swat jolts through her until she’s dripping. When her ass is glowing red he stands her up, fists her hair, and feeds her his thick cock until spit runs down her chin. He hauls her off the floor like she weighs nothing, sits, and drops her straight onto him. Mia rides him through every angle—forward, backward, legs shaking—until her thighs burn. They pause just long enough for Rob to strap a thick collar around her throat and buckle the gag between her teeth. The crop whistles across her tits, the flogger stripes her ass, then he fucks her again, deeper, meaner, every thrust forcing muffled sounds past the ball. She comes once, twice, again, soaking the floor. Only when her body quits does Rob pull out and paint her round cheeks with hot, heavy ropes.