The young woman next door stretches outside every morning in tight clothes, doing deep splits, always in full view of my window. And she knows I'm watching.
It's not innocent. Not even close.
Each day, she shows more. Bends deeper. Spreads wider. Daring me to do something about it.
And when I finally do, she's ready... naked in my house, sweaty and ready, asking for more.
She loves being watched. Loves being taken. Loves how hard I use her.
I toss her around, manhandle her, break her.
And she begs for more.