Chapter 207 - 206 : Door Frame Puss....

Chapter 207: Chapter 206 : Door Frame Puss....

The night air hit Haruto like a slap.

He was still standing on the narrow balcony, completely naked, the plastic bag of condoms dangling from his other hand and the used condom held tightly in his fingers. The harsh white spotlight from the neighboring balcony was still burning into his body like a spotlight on stage.

Jennifer stood there.

Completely naked.

Her long brown hair was still damp and clinging to her shoulders and back. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, the nipples dark and stiff from the cool night air. Her thick thighs glistened faintly with water droplets, and between them her pussy was smooth and slightly puffy, still glistening from the shower. She looked exactly like the kind of woman he used to watch on his laptop every night for years — soft, warm, and completely exposed under the evening light.

Haruto’s mind short-circuited for half a second.

His cock — twitched hard and instantly swelled to full hardness. It rose thick and heavy between his legs, the veins standing out, the head already glistening again. He felt his face burn, but not with shame.

A girl had just seen his cock.

A naked girl.

And it wasn’t just any cock.

It was big.

Thick.

Heavy.

The thought made his cock throb even harder.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t run inside. She just stood there, looking at him with wide eyes, her nipples still hard and pointing straight at him.

Haruto’s brain was a mess.

Part of him wanted to run.

Part of him wanted to wave.

Part of him — the part that had watched too much porn — wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the balcony.

He quickly dropped the used condom into the trash bin and turned to go inside.

But as he reached the balcony door, he glanced back.

The spotlight was still on.

Jennifer was still there.

And the moonlight was now weak enough that he could see her clearly — every curve, every detail of her naked body. The water droplets running down her breasts, the way her pussy lips looked slightly swollen, the way her thighs trembled just a little.

His cock jerked again, the thick shaft swelling even fuller under the night air.

He felt his mind corrupt.

The same mind that had been watching porn for years.

He wanted her.

He wanted to walk over that narrow gap and bend her over the railing and fuck her right there — hard, deep, and fast — until she screamed.

But he stopped himself.

He forced his feet to move.

He stepped back inside the apartment.

The balcony door closed behind him with a soft click.

Haruto leaned against the inside wall, breathing hard, his cock now completely hard and throbbing painfully between his legs.

He was still naked.

Still covered in the evidence of his own release.

And across the narrow gap, he could see the dark shape of Jennifer moving inside her apartment.

She was looking out.

She had seen everything.

The spotlight had shown her everything.

Haruto’s hand moved to his cock on its own.

He stroked it slowly, looking at the dark silhouette of her body inside the apartment, and felt his mind go completely black with lust.

few hours have past.

The tiny apartment was completely dark except for the faint orange glow of the small lamp on the table.

Haruto sat on the floor in front of the electric stove, completely naked, the blanket pooled around his waist. He had opened the instant noodles packet, poured the hot water, and watched the noodles soften while the steam rose up and mixed with the cool night air coming through the cracked window. He ate slowly, the salty broth burning his throat, but it didn’t matter. The loneliness still loud in his chest, but the warmth of the noodles making it bearable.

After the last bite, he put the empty packet in the trash, stood up, and walked to the futon.

He loved sleeping naked.

He loved feeling the cool air on his skin. He loved the way his cock rested heavy against his thigh when he fell asleep. He loved waking up with his body warm and cool.

He lay down on his back, the futon soft beneath him, and closed his eyes.

The loneliness was still there.

It felt almost peaceful.

Then the dream started.

Jennifer was lying on the middle of a wide, empty road. No cars. No lights. No people. Just her, completely naked, and him.

The world between them was quiet. The night air was cool on his skin. The road was soft asphalt under his feet.

Jennifer’s body was beautiful — long legs, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a soft belly, and a thick, pink pussy that glistened even in the dark. Her thighs were slightly spread, inviting.

Haruto walked toward her slowly. His cock was already hard, heavy, and swaying between his legs.

He stopped between her thighs and spread her legs wider with his hands.

Her pussy was perfect — neat, smooth, pink, and completely hairless. The outer lips were plump and slightly parted, the inner folds glistening wetly. The scent of her arousal hit him like a wave — sweet, musky, and intoxicating.

Jennifer moaned softly, her voice low and desperate.

"Haruto... fuck me hard... please..."

Haruto leaned down and kissed her neck, then her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand slid down to her pussy. She was dripping — her juices were coming out like water from a tank, running down her ass and soaking the road beneath her.

He rubbed his cock against her entrance, coating the thick head in her hot, slippery wetness.

Then he pushed inside.

Her pussy was so tight. So wet. So hot. The moment the head breached her, her juices squirted out around his shaft in thick, creamy streams. Her pussy lips stretched wide around his girth, the walls fluttering and gripping him like a velvet fist.

Haruto groaned as he sank deeper.

Her pussy was soaking wet — so slippery, so hot, so perfectly gripping him that he could feel every inch of her inside.

He started fucking her slowly at first, then harder, deeper, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out echoing through the empty road. Her juices kept coming out, pouring down his balls and the sheets of the futon.

Haruto felt the orgasm building fast.

He buried himself to the hilt, pressed his cockhead against her cervix, and came hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight into her womb — powerful, endless, and perfect.

Haruto’s eyes snapped open.

The dream was over.

He was lying on his futon, completely naked, the blanket beneath him soaked.

The clock on the table read 3:09 a.m.

He reached down and touched himself.

His cock was still rock-hard.

Thick, white cum was leaking from the tip, running down the shaft, coating his heavy balls, and soaking the blanket beneath him in a large, dark, sticky puddle.

Haruto sat up, breathing hard.

He looked at the mess he had made in his sleep.

Just as Haruto was about to clean himself, he suddenly heard a sound.

A soft, rhythmic, wet sound coming from the room next to his.

Moaning.

A girl was moaning.

The way she moaned — slow, desperate, broken — was exactly the sound of a girl masturbating.

Haruto froze.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

The moaning was coming from Jennifer’s apartment.

The floor creaking softly under his feet. He walked to the balcony door without turning on any lights. He didn’t want to wake anyone. He didn’t want to be seen.

He didn’t step out onto the balcony.

Instead, he gently pushed the door open just enough to peek through the narrow gap, his head tilted to the side so his eyes could see directly across the gap.

The neighboring apartment was dark, but the streetlight below was bright enough to cast perfect shadows.

And there she was.

Jennifer.

Completely naked.

Her body was a perfect silhouette against the soft glow of the road lights.

Her heavy breasts stood out clearly, nipples dark and stiff. Her thick thighs were slightly parted, the soft curve of her ass visible. Her pussy was a dark, smooth shape between her legs, glistening faintly as she moved.

In her right hand she held a small black remote. The light on the remote glowed bright red every few seconds, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Haruto’s cock jerked so hard it slapped against his thigh.

He understood instantly.

She was using a vibrator.

Inside her pussy.

The red light was the vibrator’s signal. She was deep inside herself, fucking herself with it while she moaned.

And the moans were loud. Broken. Desperate.

"Ahhh... fuuuuck... yes... right there..."

Her voice carried clearly across the small gap.

Haruto’s hand moved on its own.

He wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and started stroking slowly, the head already wet from his dream.

But then he did something new.

He squeezed his cock, mixing his dried load with the fresh precum that was already beading at his tip. The sticky white fluid coated his shaft and balls.

He positioned himself carefully.

He leaned forward, pressed his hip against the wooden balcony door frame, and placed the slippery, cum-coated cock right against the edge of the frame.

The frame was smooth and slightly cool from the night air.

Haruto started moving his hips in small, slow circles.

The cum-mixed precum made the wood slippery. The thick head of his cock glided back and forth along the edge of the door frame with wet, obscene sounds — soft shlick-shlick that only he could hear.

He was fucking the door frame.

Thinking of it as her pussy.

Thinking of the frame as Jennifer’s tight, wet cunt.

The sensations were perfect.

The cool wood against his hot, cum-coated cock.

The way the frame hugged every vein.

The way he could feel every ridge through the thin layer of his own release.

Haruto’s breathing turned ragged.

He moved faster.

The wet sounds grew louder in the quiet night.

Shlick... shlick... shlick...

His hand stroked faster, the cum making everything slicker.

Then he heard it.

The sound he had been waiting for.

The sharp, desperate cry of a girl squirting.

"Ahhh... fuuuuck... I’m cumming... I’m cumming so hard..."

The shadow across the way became more intense. A dark, wet patch appeared on the floor of her balcony — her squirt hitting the ground in a powerful arc. The shadow of her body trembled violently as she came hard on the vibrator.

Haruto’s eyes widened.

He came the moment he saw it.

His cock exploded against the balcony door frame.

Thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed out in powerful jets, coating the wood in white streaks. The cum kept coming, dripping down the frame, running along the edge of the door, and falling in long, heavy drops onto the balcony floor below.

Haruto’s body shook with the force of his orgasm.

His knees buckled slightly.

He stayed there for a long time, cock pressed against the cum-smeared wood, breathing hard, listening to Jennifer’s distant, trembling moans fade away.