Il vicino non ha resistito... E venne a controllare cosa dicevano le voci

I knew he was watching me, so I gave him a show. I lay back on the bed, let the light bathe my skin and began to slowly touch myself. Every movement was a sigh, every moan a provocation. When the door opened, it was already on. I stared at him, I continued touching myself in front of him, without fear, knowing that he couldn't resist. What followed was intense, burning... and he verified every rumor with his hands.