"Come inside, Aria," I said, pulling her closer by her wide hips. My hands settled firmly on the soft curve of her body, guiding her inside the apartment.
"I'm angry with you. Don't touch me," Aria said, though her body was already reacting to my grip. The heat of my palms against her sides made her breath catch. Under the tight fabric of her t-shirt, her nipples were visibly stiffening, pressing against the thin material as if her body refused to listen to the anger in her voice.
We were still standing in the hallway, close enough that anyone walking by could see the way I held her, when footsteps approached from the left.
"Alex, is there any problem?" a familiar voice asked.
It was Sandra, passing through the hallway.
The next-door GILF I had only recently discovered lived here, the same one I had bred so hard while the rain poured outside.
