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Cecelia had been watching him for months the tall, quiet guy next door with the easy smile and tired eyes. Every little thing she did was calculated: bending over in tiny shorts while watering plants, stretching in the driveway so her tank top rode up, waving hello with that sweet, innocent look that hid how badly she wanted him inside her. Cookies hadn't worked. Flirty small talk hadn't worked. But now she knew his girlfriend was gone heard the fights through thin walls, saw him alone on the porch with a beer and a thousand-yard stare. Perfect timing. She slipped into the tiniest pink denim cut-offs she owned, the kind that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass cheeks, frayed edges riding high enough to flash smooth skin with every step. No panties underneath she wanted him to feel how wet she already was the second he got close. On top she pulled a cropped white tank so thin it was practically see-through, nipples dark and hard against the fabric, no bra to hide them. Her long auburn hair fell loose, messy like she'd just rolled out of bed thinking about him. The plan was simple: sabotage the kitchen sink, call him over in a panic. She dropped a cheap silver ring down the drain, twisted the faucet on full blast for effect, then dialed his number with a trembling voice. "Hey um, it's Cecelia next door. My sink's completely clogged and water's everywhere. I know it's late, but could you come help? Please?" He showed up in under ten minutes, still in his faded jeans and black t-shirt, hair slightly messy, looking like he hadn't slept properly in days. She opened the door barefoot, cheeks flushed, biting her lip like she was embarrassed. "Thank God you're here," she breathed, leading him straight to the kitchen. She bent over the sink dramatically, ass pushed out, shorts riding up so he could see the bare curve where thigh met cheek no fabric in sight. Water dripped down her arms as she pretended to fiddle with the pipes. He stepped behind her, close enough that she felt the heat of his body. "Let me see," he muttered, voice rougher than usual. She straightened slowly, turning so her chest brushed his arm. "I think something's stuck really deep." Her eyes locked on his, pupils blown wide. "Maybe you need to reach in?" He hesitated only a second then his hands were on her hips, spinning her around and lifting her onto the counter in one smooth motion. The cold granite bit into her bare ass but she didn't care. His mouth crashed into hers, hungry, desperate, like he'd been holding back just as long as she had. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans, soaking the denim where her pussy pressed. He yanked her tiny top up over her breasts, groaning at the sight of them bouncing free full, soft, nipples begging. He sucked one into his mouth hard, teeth grazing, while his hand shoved between her thighs. Fingers found her dripping slit instantly no barriers, just slick heat and swollen lips. "Fuck you're soaked," he growled against her skin. Cecelia moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. "Been wet thinking about you for months. Just fuck me already." He didn't need more invitation. Jeans shoved down just enough, thick cock springing free %u2013 hard, veined, already leaking at the tip. He lined up and thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, stretching her wide, filling her completely. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned her against the cabinets and started pounding fast, relentless, the counter rattling with every slam. Her shorts bunched around her thighs, top tangled above her tits that bounced wildly with each thrust. He gripped her ass, spreading her wider, watching his cock disappear into her tight, greedy pussy over and over. Wet sounds echoed through the kitchen, mixed with her gasps and his low curses. "Goddamn%u2026 so fucking tight," he panted, thumb finding her clit and rubbing hard circles. "Come on, baby come all over my cock like you've been dreaming about." Cecelia shattered first back arching, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around him in pulsing waves as she screamed his name. He followed seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking through the aftershocks. They stayed like that for a long minute panting, sweaty, still connected until he finally pulled out, cum leaking down her thigh onto the counter. She smiled up at him, lazy and satisfied, tracing a finger through the mess. "Told you the drain needed fixing." He laughed, low and rough, already hardening again against her inner thigh. "Guess I'll have to come back tomorrow%u2026 make sure it's really clear."