Vern was sprawled on his bed, the late afternoon sun streaming through the open window, casting lazy stripes across his bare chest. His hand moved lazily between his legs, fingers wrapped tight around his thick cock, already slick with pre-cum. He wasn’t in any hurry—just another lazy Sunday spent in the comfort of his own filth.
He groaned, arching his back as he pumped himself, the head of his dick glistening under his touch. The window was wide open, no curtains, no shame. Just Vern and his fucking, and the world outside watching if they dared.
And then he saw her.
A shadow shifted in the window across the way. Vern’s eyes flicked up, his breath hitching as he locked onto the neighbor—some curvy, wide-eyed girl he’d seen around a few times but never really talked to. She stood frozen, her lips parted, her fingers clutching the windowsill like she was holding on for dear life.
Vern didn’t stop. Why the fuck would he? He grinned, slow and dirty, and kept stroking himself, his gaze locked on hers. She wasn’t running. She wasn’t even blinking. Just staring, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run a mile.
Then Vern did something he’d never done before in front of anyone—not even in his wildest, drunkest nights. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed the biggest damn dildo he owned—a thick, veiny monster with a flared base—and without breaking eye contact, he slicked it up with lube. The neighbor’s breath hitched as he pressed the tip against his hole, his free hand still working his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered, biting his lip as he pushed it in, inch by inch, the burn making his toes curl. The neighbor’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open like she was trying to form words but couldn’t. Vern groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he bottomed out, the dildo stretching him obscenely. His cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum dripping down his shaft.
He fucked himself with the toy, slow at first, then picking up speed, his ass clenching around it as he worked his dick in time. The neighbor’s fingers tightened on the sill, her body leaning forward like she was being pulled by an invisible force. Vern smirked. She was *into it*.
“You like watching, sweetheart?” he panted, his voice rough. “You like seeing how fucking filthy I am?” He pulled the dildo almost all the way out before slamming it back in, his balls slapping against the toy with a wet *thwack*. The neighbor’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her cheeks flushed pink.
Vern’s free hand dropped to his balls, rolling them in his palm as he fucked himself harder, the dildo slicking up his thighs with every thrust. “You gonna come watch me cum?” he taunted, his voice dripping with challenge. “Or you gonna run like a good little girl?”
She didn’t run. She stayed right there, her eyes glued to him, her chest heaving. Vern groaned, his cock twitching in his grip as he felt his orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in his gut. He reached down with his other hand, fingers digging into his thigh as he fucked himself raw, the dildo buried deep in his ass, his cock a fucking piston in his hand.
“Fuck—fuck!” he snarled, his back arching off the bed as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering across his chest and stomach. He kept fucking himself through it, the dildo stretching him as his orgasm dragged on, his hole clenching around the toy like it was the last thing he’d ever feel.
When he finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting, the dildo still buried inside him, he locked eyes with the neighbor again. She hadn’t moved. Just stood there, her lips parted, her thighs pressed together like she was trying to hold back the inevitable.
Vern grinned, slow and satisfied. “You gonna stand there all day, sweetheart? Or you gonna come over here and do something about it?”