Clarice's hunger grows with each passing minute, like a lioness stalking her prey with single-minded determination. Her primal instincts take over as she sensually moves her hips and presses against my throbbing, hard shaft nestled beneath her bare ass.

With a deliberate awareness of her actions, she tantalizes me with her provocative kisses and the intoxicating scent of her body that drives me to the brink of insanity regardless of the hour.

Nevertheless, despite the overwhelming temptation to fuck her to pieces here and now, I firmly say no to unprotected sex.

I stop her as soon as her soft hands find their way under my shirt, "Remember what I told you, Clarice?"

She coos into my mouth, lust dripping from her lips, and says, "Yeaaaah, you're not here to fuck me."

This doesn't stop her from teasing further, if anything, it makes her even more aggressive. She deliberately slides her hands down my body in order to reach the edge of my pants. A slight moan is emitted by Clarice as she rubs my already aching dick.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, rolling my eyes backward.

"Mmm-hmm," she moans and whispers, "Fuck me."

"I can't," I whisper breathlessly, my heart beating out of my chest as my blood rushes elsewhere.

"Then why did you come here?" she whines, still keeping her sweet lips on mine.

"You asked me to come."

"And right now I ask you to fuck me," Clarice whines with a slight frustration lacing her pleading tone, "Do you want me to beg you?"

My hands slide over her butt as I chuckle, "Nothing in this world would make me want to accidentally make you pregnant."

Clarice pulls away from my lips, straightens her back, and supports her hands on my chest. She giggles and says, "Is that the problem?"

A bright smile spreads across her face as she reaches for the dresser beside her, opens the top drawer, and retrieves a strip of condoms from it. Slamming the drawer shut, Clarice murmurs, "Will that be enough for you?"

I almost feel guilty that she can't see my face properly in this darkness because it couldn't be any more surprised than it is now. The words are stuck in my vocal cords, and it takes me a moment to reply, "Um, well... yeah."

Clarice licks her lips seductively, tosses the strip of condoms aside, and begins to unbuckle my belt. I, on the other hand, am not particularly suited to her dominating personality, so without warning I turn us around and leave her squealing under my heavy form.

Kneeling between her legs, I finish what she started and rip my belt off my pants in one fast motion. In response to the sound of my belt whipping through the air, she yelps.

"Stretch your arms toward me," I command her.

Reluctantly, she brings her hands to her stomach and I form improvised handcuffs from my belt, using them to bind her hands tightly together. The only thing Clarice can do now is to watch me suppress her possessiveness and dominance.

When her wrists are securely trapped between the belt's firm grip, I assert my own dominance and press her hands over her head. As she complies with my command, I take a moment to undress, all the while keeping a watchful eye on her.

Clarice instinctively squeezes her thighs together and grinds her hips in anticipation.

There will be no foreplay tonight, just pure, raw fucking. Clarice remains silent as a mouse, but even in her quietness, I can discern the sound of her trembling breath and the thunderous pounding of her heart within her chest, resonating like the resounding beats of a colossal drum.

In a forceful manner, I grasp her thighs, drawing her closer to me, and gradually insert the tip of myself inside her, swiftly followed by the full length. Her guttural groan, escaping from the depths of her being, fills the room and only grows louder as I ram her harder and harder.

As always, Clarice is fast to cum and can't even stand a minute until I feel her inner core squeeze tightly around my cock. I shake my head with a broad smirk, "Fucking hell, Dolly! I have never seen anybody cum so fast as you."

She moans, still reveling in the euphoria of her climax, "Mmmh, I want more."

"That's my girl," I groan and continue thrusting into her tight pussy.

Without showing any mercy, she is receiving precisely what she asked for and Clarice appears to be eagerly engulfing every inch of my cock.

Firmly grasping her, I flip her onto her stomach, instructing Clarice to keep her hands exactly where I positioned them - above her head. My hands glide effortlessly across her smooth ass as I lift her on her knees.

Observing the adorable area between her legs, I cannot resist the temptation to use my tongue to sample the flavor of her smooth, hairless pussy.

Instantly, she moans in a trembling voice, exclaiming, "Oh, my goodness!"

Merely by grazing her with my tongue, she becomes even more aroused, causing the fluid to trickle down her legs. I must admit, it is quite a pretty sight, but I won't keep her waiting any longer and return my cock to its rightful place.

Clarice lets out a prolonged moan and whimpers, "Fuck, it's so deep."

I playfully taunt her as I lean in, hovering above her curved back, and softly utter in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be sore tomorrow."

Her lips utter only the phrase, "Yes, please," like the most exquisite melody in existence, causing my logical reasoning to vanish completely.

And in response to her plea, I comply by thrusting vigorously into the depths of her tender and inviting intimacy.

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With each thrust he slams into me I feel lost deeper and deeper in the satisfaction of what it feels to be with a man. The sensation of his hot dick hitting all the right spots intensifies, causing my inner walls to tighten around him while my clit ignites with a pre-orgasmic heat.

Every fiber of my being is heightened, and I embrace the tension that ultimately propels me over the edge into the bottomless cliff of satisfaction.

Unable to contain myself, I release a loud scream of pleasure, "Ah, fuck, yes!"

Experiencing an orgasm a second time this night is equally gratifying as the first, but it is only now that I comprehend his subtle threat to fuck me until I'm sore tomorrow. Uncertain if I can handle more, I'm unable to refuse him either.

With a commanding and possessive grip on my hips, he forcefully throws me onto my back. "John's" shadow looms over me as he grabs me by my tied hands and pulls me up, saddling me in his lap. I panter and my legs shiver as he directs my restrained hands over his head, entwining them around his neck.

I can barely make out faint details of "John's" face through the gentle glow coming from my covered window, but it's sufficient for me to see his smirking lips as he revels in his victory over me.

"How much longer can you last?" I ask, my voice barely audible.

"As long as necessary," he snarls, sinking his teeth into my neck and gently nibbling, gradually guiding me backward as he kisses his way down to my chest. "John" traces his tongue over my nipple and sucks on it hard, causing me to arch my back even deeper and release more moans.

With me remaining firmly seated on his lap, he persists in penetrating me as if I weigh nothing. My small boobs bounce up and down in rhythm and I close my eyes, panting. I feel like I'm a puppet in his hands, free to guide me and command me as he wishes.

I yelp again when he drops me on my back, landing right on top of me. Our bodies slide so tightly against each other as he aggressively takes me over and over, burying his face in my pillow over my shoulder. I can feel how my bed is gradually moving further from the wall and pray it won't break.

After passionately kissing my shoulder, "John" greedily murmurs in his husky, labored voice, "Why do you have to smell so fucking good?"

The vibrating sound of his voice takes over my entire body, almost as if he were an animal with his primal power and abilities.

His words alone push me to the brink once more, causing me to climax for the third time tonight. Gripping his neck tightly with my nails, I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

As for "John," he takes just a few more powerful strokes and releases his load of cum.

I lie here, my body still, my breath heavy as I wait for his next move. Sensing his weight shift, he slides out of the loop of my arms and begins to untie my hands. The sound of the belt clanging through the air reverberates in the room, and with a flick of his wrist, my hands are free again.

I remain motionless, hoping that "John" won't push for another round. I don't think I can handle it a fourth time. To my surprise, without a word, he crawls out of bed and retrieves his pants.

Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I can't help but ask, "Are you leaving already?"

He slides one leg into his black jeans and grumbles, "No, I just want to have a cigarette."

"Oh," I mumble, sliding my butt to the edge of the bed. "Can I come with you?"

"Sure, it's your house."

I quickly grab my glasses from the bedside table and put them on, then reach for my oversized shirt on the floor. In a casual manner, I declare, "I'm ready."

"John," still standing before me, his pants open and the belt hanging loosely, questions in a doubting tone, "Are you gonna wear just that?"

I shake my head and shrug. "Yes, why not?"

"You're gonna freeze your ass off," he remarks, his tone less than flattered.

Waving off his concern, I giggle, "I'll be fine."

Suddenly, he bridges the distance between us, pulling me closer with a commanding growl. "Take a blanket," he instructs.

His caring gesture surprises me, given his rough demeanor. A sly smile spreads across my face as mischievous thoughts fill my mind. "Okay, if you insist, sir. I have one downstairs on the couch," I tease.

Before I can indulge in any further playfulness, he swiftly snatches my glasses off my face, muttering, "You won't be needing those."

I roll my eyes in protest. "Are you serious? It's already dark enough in here. I'm going to stumble and fall."

"Don't you know your own house?" he questions, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I pout and shake my head. "Duh, of course I do, but I tend to leave things lying around, and I can't always remember where."

He lets out a deep sigh. "I have plenty of eyesight for both of us."

"How do you even see this good in dark?" I ask but of course, no answer.

He releases his grip on me and makes his way toward the bedroom door. Glancing back, he observes me cautiously navigating each step, afraid of bumping into something. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips, and he takes a step toward me, meeting me halfway.

"John" reaches out and takes my hand, muttering, "Just walk." He begins tugging me along, urging me to trust him.

I do my best to follow his lead, but the darkness and my limited sight still make me proceed with caution. Every step is a deliberate choice, a careful placement of my feet. We make our way through the hallway, and as we approach the staircase, a feeling of dread washes over me.

"Oh god, the stairs," I mutter under my breath.

"John" lets out a tortured groan, the sound filling the hallway.

With surprising ease, he swiftly lifts me off the floor and hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of beans. I yelp in surprise, my hands instinctively clutching onto his bare back, seeking some semblance of stability.

He effortlessly carries me down the stairs, his steps steady and sure. As we reach the bottom, he makes his way toward the couch, grabbing the blanket along the way. With purposeful strides, he heads towards the back door.

We pass by Momo's aquarium, and my eyes light up with joy at the sight of him gracefully swimming around. "Hi, baby!" I exclaim, unable to contain my happiness.

"John" doesn't pause for a moment, continuing on without acknowledging my greeting. The image of Momo and his illuminated tank gradually fades into a blur as we move farther away.

And then it hits me-the aquarium's light was still on.

This means that my mysterious neighbor didn't turn off the power after all.

All this time, I had the chance to switch on the lights and reveal his face?

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