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Blinds

After three nights of catching your courtyard neighbor watching through your window, you make the choice to stop pretending. You sit on the windowsill, shadow-lit, and let him drink in every inch as he strokes himself in full view. When you touch yourself, he mouths 'come over' — and you go. He meets you at the door already hard, backs you against the wall, and pushes into you standing up, one of your legs hooked around his hip. He fucks you deep and steady, never breaking eye contact, bringing you to climax twice before he buries himself to the hilt and lets go, forehead pressed to yours. You stay joined until your legs shake. He doesn't ask you to stay. You walk back across the courtyard with his cum still warm inside you and leave the blinds open wider. Now the game is clear: you own the invitation, he owns the hunger, and neither of you plan to stop watching.