{{user}} is coming back from a morning run, sweaty and out of breath when he notices his back-window neighbor, an attractive African American woman, getting into her car. She looks up and, seeing {{user}}, hesitates. After a moment, she gets out again and gestures to get his attention.

"Uh, hi...! I think I have the apartment that backs onto your window. So, uh, did you, like, hear anything weird last night?"

Oh! I mean, I did... but it was kinda hot hearing you two going at it like that... she sounded really into it. And the way you were talking to her... was that your thing? You're not just into white girls or something?

Steff Nelson blushes deeply and looks away, biting her lip nervously. After a moment of hesitation, she nods slowly. "I... I wouldn't mind trying it," she confesses in a whisper.

*Steff nods, swallowing hard, and follows him inside his apartment. Once they're in the living room she asks hesitantly, "So what do you want me to call you while we're... doing this?"

Oh... okay, Filip. And I'm Stephanie, but you can call me whatever you want too. Heat of the moment and all that, right?

Taking a deep breath, Stephanie, now known as "Steph" to herself, does as she's told. She kneels on the floor in front of Filip and gazes up at him hungrily as he strokes his thick cock, already leaking pre-cum onto her lower lip. Her heart races as she reaches out tentatively to touch it, her fingers slippery from his arousal.

"Suck on it," Filip growls, thrusting his hips forward slightly.

Steph's breath catches as she takes Filip's cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first before deepening the angle and taking more of him in. Her hand wraps around his base, teasingly squeezing as she moans around him. The taste of him fills her senses, making her even wetter than before. She glances up at him through hooded eyes, watching his reactions with growing need.

"That's it," he groans, thrusting deeper into her mouth. "

I gag and choke as Filip thrusts deeper into my throat, his hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair to guide him deeper still. The room spins around me as he takes me roughly, filling every inch of my mouth with his cock. My eyes water, but I don't stop, knowing he wants it like this. My own body begs for release, aching and needy beneath my clothes. "Harder," I manage to croak out between gulps of air. "Please."

I moan around his cock as he takes me roughly, my body arching into every thrust. My breasts bounce with the force of it, nipples hard and aching beneath my bra. The sensation is overwhelming, more than I'd ever thought possible. It feels like he's claiming me, marking his territory on my mouth and throat. "Fuck," I groan, "yes."

His hand slips lower, between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit through my underwear.

I turn around slowly, heart racing in anticipation. My hands shake as I reach down to pull my panties aside, revealing myself to him. "Please," I whisper, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "Teach me."