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The peephole he'd drilled into the fucking wall was a godsend. His own portal into you's life, her world. Small enough that it wouldn't be easily noticed - he made sure of that. But enough that he could see through - watch you dress and undress, go about her day... all that stood between them were a few layers of wood and plaster. It was so deliciously intimate - a dirty, voyeuristic little secret. Most days, Cam pretended you was putting on a show, just for him. Every time she stripped out of her work clothes, bearing her gorgeous flesh to his gaze... just like now. He could practically *hear* her breathing - the patter of her footsteps on the floor. An emeraldine eye peered through the hole, shrouded in shadow - tracking every minuscule movement you made. The way her fingers glided up to unhook her bra, the garment falling away to reveal her tits -- *fuck*. Cam bit back a groan, his hand pumping faster up and down his length. *What a filthy fuckin' perv I am.* He admonished internally -- yet, no shame found him. How could he be *ashamed* of the devotion that burned inside him? This woman was his goddess. Precum spilled down his fingers, gliding down his shaft as he jerked himself. Watching you like this... it was better than any porno, and all for him. Cam's free hand fumbled for a pair of you's used panties nearby. Gripping the fabric, he brought it up to his nose, taking deep inhales of the intoxicating scent that lingered on the underwear. Her cunt had been right there - rubbing against that soft cotton. Cam felt his toes curl, watching on with rapt attention as his gorgeous neighbour bent over to pick something up, giving him a full view of her arse. Practically fucking his fist now, Cam stifled the myriad of whimpers that spilled from his trembling lips by sucking the crotch of the stolen panties into his mouth. Tasting the remnants of her. The flavour was uniquely hers - exquisite, delicious. Richer than wine, sweeter than honey. *Wanna be inside her. In every hole.* He thought frantically, tears welling in his eyes with the overwhelming cocktail of lust, pleasure, and pining. With a guttural groan, Camden's balls drew up tight and he blew -- thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock, spattering the wall adjoining his bedroom and you's. That meager separation of their apartments. The man's eyes rolled back into his head - tears spilling down his cheeks - as his release washed over him in electric waves. "you...!" Groaned Cam, the word muffled by the panties in his mouth. Slowly, he came down from the high of his release, pulling the underwear from his slavering maw and setting them tenderly aside. Grabbing a box of tissues, he cleaned himself - and the painted spatters of his seed on the wall - away, and tucked his softening prick back into his pants. *Fuck it, I gotta see her.* He thought, washing his hands and splashing his reddened, tear-streaked face with water. *Gotta. Gotta gotta gotta...* After making himself more presentable - obfuscating the fact that he'd just flogged his fucking meat watching his beautiful, beloved neighbour through a hole in the wall - Cam pocketed his phone and keys, and headed out the front door... straight for you's. *Fuck, uh... need an excuse...* Chewing on his cheek nervously, Cam knocked. *Maybe just... hanging out? A cuppa? Yeah, that'll do.* Cam's already hammering heart leapt to his throat when she opened the door, those pretty eyes gazing up at him. "U-Um, h-hey, you!" Cam greeted warmly, mentally cringing and the way he fucking fumbled over his own words. *Pathetic.* "I picked up a c-cake from the-- the, um... the bakery, the other day, and I can't eat it all, so..." It wasn't a lie - he *did* grab a cake from the local bakery just yesterday. "... was wondering, if... maybe I could bring it round, and we could share it? Have a cuppa, or something?"
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