The View Across the Street

I'd just landed in Rio and barely had time to drop my bag in the tiny second-floor apartment. The window faced directly onto the landlord's house. Alessandro and Josephine. He was tall, shaggy, with dreadlocks down to his shoulder blades—just thirty years old. She was fifty, but her skin was smooth, her body firm, like time had decided to skip her entirely. Small, curvy, with an ass so spectacular it barely fit in that short blue dress.

That evening, their kids went out to play. I grabbed a pair of binoculars. Just curiosity.

Then I froze.

On the old vintage bed with the blue mattress, Josephine was on her knees. Her short curly hair was a mess. Her lips were wrapped around her husband's incredible black cock—thick, long, almost a foot of meat. She sucked greedily, with wet, sloppy sounds, saliva dripping down the shaft.

"Deeper, my mature little slut…" Alessandro growled, gripping her hair.

"Mmm… so fucking huge…" she breathed, pulling off for a second, then swallowing him almost to the base.

I felt my pants getting tight.

Josephine stood up, peeled off the blue dress. Full C-cup tits swayed. That massive ass in black panties looked absolutely obscene. Without taking them off, she just pulled the fabric to the side and slowly lowered herself onto that black monster.

The bed started creaking immediately—loud, old-fashioned, like something out of an old movie.

"Ohhh, fuck… so deep…" she moaned, starting to bounce. Her big ass cheeks slapped against her husband's thighs, her body trembling, sweat glistening on her dark skin.

Alessandro grabbed her hips, thrusting up from below. The heat, the wet sounds, the shudder of her thighs—all of it was crystal clear.

"Ride harder, Jozy… show me what you've got…" he rasped.

She sped up. The bed creaked in a frantic rhythm. Her voice dropped low, almost animalistic:

"More… harder… fuck me with that monster of yours!"

He flipped her over onto all fours in one swift move. That huge ass went up in the air. Alessandro slammed in with one powerful thrust. The walls seemed to shake with her screams. He pounded hard, deep, skin slapping against skin. Sweat rolled down her back, down his abs.

"I'm gonna come… don't stop!" she cried, clawing at the sheets.

Alessandro pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum all over her massive ass, her thighs, even part of her back. Semen gleamed on her dark skin, dripping down her cheeks.

They were both breathing hard. Josephine turned her head, giving her husband a satisfied, exhausted smile.

"You always fill me up so good…"

Ten minutes later, they were dressed. The door downstairs slammed—the kids were back, exact copies of their father, sweaty from playing soccer.

Alessandro walked to the window, looked straight in my direction, and slowly pulled the heavy curtains shut.

The next day, I moved to different landlords. But every morning in Greece, I wake up thinking about that huge, trembling ass and the black column that buried itself so deep inside her.

Sometimes I make coffee, stare out the window at the empty yard, and smile. Then my hand drifts down on its own, remembering every creak of that old bed.