Yu Shinoda Married Neighbor Demands Your Big Dick Pounding. Yu Shinoda wasn’t just any neighbor; she was the married woman next door who radiated an almost unbearable allure. Every glimpse, every accidental brush in the hallway, sent a jolt of electricity through the building. But it wasn’t until that sweltering afternoon, when she appeared at my door in nothing but a silk robe clinging to her curves, that the unspoken tension finally snapped.
“You busy?” she purred, her voice thick with a desire she wasn’t even trying to hide. Her eyes, usually reserved and polite, were burning with raw hunger as they raked over my body. The robe parted slightly, revealing a hint of lace lingerie underneath, and I knew this wasn’t a casual neighborly visit.
“Never too busy for you, Yu,” I managed, my voice rougher than intended.
A slow smile spread across her face, a predatory curve of her lips that sent shivers down my spine. “Good,” she breathed, stepping inside without invitation and kicking the door shut behind her. “Because I have a need, a very pressing need, that my husband just… isn’t fulfilling lately.”
She moved closer, the heat radiating off her body reaching me even before she did. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, sending sparks of anticipation through me. “I’ve been watching you,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Watching you come and go, imagining… things.”
And then, she said it, the words hanging heavy in the air, laced with desperation and longing. “I need your cock. I need it inside me. And I need it now.”
There was no coyness, no games, just pure, unadulterated lust pouring from her. My own desire, which I’d been trying to suppress for months, roared to life. I didn’t need to be asked twice. My hands found the tie of her robe, and with a slow, deliberate pull, I let it fall open.
The lingerie beneath was even more enticing up close – delicate lace barely containing her full breasts and the tantalizing curve of her hips. Her nipples were hard peaks pushing against the fabric, begging to be touched, tasted. And her eyes, locked on mine, dared me to do just that.
Dropping to my knees, I devoured her breasts through the lace, sucking and teasing until she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. The sound of her pleasure fueled me, the raw carnality of the moment intoxicating. She was a married woman, my neighbor, but in this moment, she was just pure, uninhibited desire, and I was the man who was going to satisfy it.
Standing again, I pulled her flush against me, letting her feel the hard length pressing into her hip. “Is this what you want, Yu?” I growled, my voice thick with lust. “Is this what you’ve been craving?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body trembling against mine. “Oh god, yes. Pound me. Pound me hard. Like you mean it.”
Leading her to the bedroom, I didn’t waste any time. Clothes were ripped and discarded in a frenzy as we tumbled onto the bed. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. And I obliged, driving into her with a force that made her cry out, a sound that was both pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The world narrowed to just the feel of her body around mine, the rhythm of our movements, the sounds of our ragged breaths and moans echoing in the room. I pounded into her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, pushing past any pretense, any reservation. She met me with equal ferocity, her nails digging into my back, urging me on, demanding more.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, her head thrown back, her body arching off the bed. “Fuck me like you hate me. Like you own me.”
And I did. I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, like all the pent-up desire and frustration of months was exploding in each thrust. I drove into her until she was screaming my name, her body convulsing around mine in a shattering orgasm. But even as she came, I didn’t stop. I kept pounding, deeper and deeper, until I felt the unmistakable shudder of my own release building within me.
With a final, guttural roar, I exploded deep inside her, filling her with every last drop of my seed. We collapsed together, slick with sweat and breathless, the only sound the frantic beating of our hearts.
Yu Shinoda, my married neighbor, had demanded a pounding, and I had given her exactly what she craved, right down to her womb. And somehow, I knew, this was just the beginning. She’d tasted what she’d been missing, and I had a feeling she’d be back for more, day after day, demanding her daily dose of my big dick pounding, and I’d be more than ready to deliver.
