Chapter 11: The Neighbour Lady

Mike hooked his fingers around her stretched asshole, his cock sliding in alongside them—thrusting, driving deeper with ruthless force. The hooked grip pulled her upward even as he plunged down into her, fucking hard into Mira’s crumpled form.

Her arms had long since sagged forward—trembling and spent. Her knees were bent, hips buckled low, her ass resting on her heels like a throne—offered up in submission. She didn’t speak, didn’t beg. Her body simply waited, wordlessly demanding from Mike—to finish what he’d started.

And he did. With a grunt, Mike pushed forward, giving her everything.

Mira moaned as his free hand lifted—trailing off her skin, rising high into the air. Mid-thrust, Mike swung it down hard—fast and deliberate—striking her swaying hips with a sharp smack.

Her flesh jolted, ass rippling like jelly under the force, and a guttural moan tore from her throat.

“Aangghhh! Mike!” she cried out, voice ragged.

But Mike didn’t stop. He slapped her again. And again.

Each impact landed loud and merciless, making her yelp, scream—gasping for breath she never got. Her hips bore it all, the sting, the pressure, each hit driving the force deeper inside her.

Her asshole quivered around him, tight and trembling.

And below it, ignored and untouched, her pussy gushed freely—releasing in thick waves, orgasming hard, visibly pulsing. But all of it went unnoticed—overshadowed by the brutal, relentless invasion of her ass gripping tight across Mike’s cock.

Mira could do nothing but take it. She writhed helplessly beneath Mike’s groaning form until his voice cut through the air.