Ava, sweet, innocent Ava, had no fucking clue what was lurking just above her head. A goddamn peeping Tom, a number one fan with a hard-on for her every move, had set up camp in her attic. He’d been there for weeks, maybe months, jerking off to the sound of her voice, the sight of her shadow. He was her biggest fan, and he was about to get a whole lot closer.
One night, Ava heard a noise. A creak, a rustle, something that made her skin crawl. Curiosity, or maybe a death wish, led her up those rickety attic stairs. And there he was, her secret admirer, eyes wide with lust, pants already straining. He didn’t say a word, just stared at her like she was the last piece of ass on Earth.
Now, most girls would scream, call the cops, maybe grab a knife. But Ava? Ava had a different idea. A sick, twisted idea that made her wet just thinking about it. She knew what he wanted, what he’d been dreaming of all this time. And she was gonna give it to him, raw and dirty, just like in the movies.
She smirked, a devilish glint in her eyes. “You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?” she purred, her voice dripping with honey and venom. He nodded, speechless, his eyes glued to her tits. “You like what you see?” she asked, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. He practically came in his pants.
“Well, come on up here and get a taste,” she whispered, pulling him close. And that’s when the real show began. No gentle foreplay, no sweet nothings. Just raw, animalistic fucking in the dust and shadows of the attic. He pounded her like he’d been starving for it, and she took it all, moaning and screaming like a goddamn porn star.
She made his dream come true, alright. A dream filled with sweat, cum, and the twisted satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted. But who knows, maybe it was her dream too. A dream of being worshipped, of being desired, of being the center of someone’s sick, twisted fantasy. And in that moment, in that dusty attic, they were both living their best, most fucked-up lives. Thatass.click
