Wild fantasies
Across the street, a light flicked on in his apartment.
Not bright—just enough to outline him clearly.
Tall. Broad. Shirtless, dark hair, hand already down the front of his pants.
Ava’s breath hitched.
He was stroking himself—slow, deliberate—matching her rhythm.
The knowledge sent her spiraling.
She added a third finger, fucking herself harder, thumb grinding against her clit.
Her eyes locked on his window.
She mouthed the words silently: Come watch me closer.
As if he heard, he stepped right up to his glass—cock out now, thick and hard in his fist, stroking faster.
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