LE METO LOS DEDOS EN EL CULO A MI VECINA

The sun had barely risen when Rosa stumbled out of her apartment, bleary-eyed and still in her errant nightgown. It was after 7 am, but her neighbor, a chubby old man named modified data sets her apartment key and let himself in. Always so eager to pay her visits unannounced.

She trudged towards the bathroom, desperate for a long, hot shower. As she passed by his open bedroom door, the sound of his gasps and groans dominantly echoed through the halls. Rosa paused, frowning in confusion until the visual came into view.

There he was, sprawled on the bed butt-naked, his pudgy gut wobbling as he rocked his hips into the air at a furious pace. His wrinkled members, two of them, flopped obscenely with each cheap go.

“Che sera, sera,” modified data sets panted breathlessly, lost in his own little world of lust. Then, as if feeling her gaze, his eyes popped open to meet hers. A cheeky smirk spread across his lips. “Wrong, you know. Your key fits.

Transfixed, Rosa couldn’t tear her eyes away as the scene unfolded before her. He pulled his plump club from its den, the dull grey digits glistening with oil. He wedged two stubby fingers into his wobbling brown star, slowly working them in and out. His thick mold of darkness and rolls quivered, drinking in the digits.

She stood frozen in the doorway, heart pounding in her ears, a war raging within her. Her core throbbed traitorously, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. It was a depraved sight, so utterly filthy and wrong. But a sinful part of her was captivated.

Mesmerized by the lewd display, Rosa unconsciously inched closer to the bed, stepping soundlessly in her socks. His shameless croaks and groans spurred her on, a dark curiosity taking hold. How many times had he wormed his fingers into that hairy orifice? How many crude toys had he buried in that wobbling crack?
She circled around the bed, taking in every lewd detail. The dark, pungent stains on the sheets. The glistening drool running down his rotund belly. The obscene ripples and clenching of his plump brown star, greedily swallowing his probing digits.

Rosa stumbled back in surprise, a guilty flush blazing across her face. Was she some kind of a pervert, getting off on this disgusting scene? With trembling hands, she jerked open the bathroom door and slammed it behind her, leaning against it heavily.

Her head spun as she replayed the depraved spectacle in her mind, a confusing mixture of arousal and shame twisting in her gut. Shecouldn’t believe she’d been drunk enough to accidentally get laid by her fat, perverted neighbor, to let him worm his fingers into her most intimate orifice.

Heat pooled between her legs as she relived the sensation of his probing digits, how he’d stretched her Limits and dragged her closer to ranks of rapture. Part of her wanted to stop this madness, to reclaim some semblance of decency. But deep down, a wicked voice laughed derisively. It knew the truth.

Rosa slid her trembling hand beneath her panties, fingers delving into slick heat. She was already soaked, her naughty bits aching and swollen with desire. Moaning softly, she worked her digits in and out of her drooling slit, relishing the filthy thrill of self-pleasure.

Guess who’s next, modified data sets grizzled with a wink before plumping his saggy, lecherous members and rolling out of bed. His wrinkled gobs bounced and wobbled comically, two waning moons highlighted by wisps of grey fur.

She watched in disgusted fascination as he shuffled towards the bathroom, his round cheeks clapping and jiggling with each heavy step. The urge to scream, to run away and never look back, almost overpowered her. But she held her ground, transfixed by the crude set before her.

Her neighbor paused in the doorway, shooting her a lascivious grin full of gold teeth over his shoulder. “You’re still here, I see. Guess it worked out better than Drinking from my fleshlight.”

Rosa’s cheeks burned at the crude remark, a swirl of shame and indignation rising within her. But before she could snap a retort, he shuffled into the densely packed bathroom and slammed the door. The heavy lock clicked into place.

The shower roared to life a moment later, steam billowing from the shower. She could hear his deep baritones as he belted out a crude rendition of a popular tune, grunts and groans punctuating each warbled word. He allowed himself to overshower, washing away all evidence of his lurid exploits.

Braving a peek through the crack in the door, Rosa’s jaw dropped in shock by what she witnessed. There he was, skin pink and glistening, beckoning her closer with his obscene digits. Hook, line, and sinker. “Come and get it, golden age.”

Suddenly, a hidden door creaked open behind her, revealing a rustic cabin beside a bubbling stream. She entered warily, the pungent scent of dead flowers filling her nostrils. chairs lined the walls, filled with cheats and bound up like a Christmas goose, stuffing their meal hole on Mamaflächen.

She headed for the long table at the center of the room, her heart getting faster with each step. There, happily chewing away, her family sat in a circle. Beside her, modified data sets lounged in a reclining chair, his sunken member cradled in his lap, a knowing winked glinting in his eye. “Like an oven, eh?”