The alarm clock had been smashed to pieces three days ago. It was far too loud for a room that now smelled exclusively of musk and spent passion.
Michael opened his eyes slowly, the morning light filtering through the curtains of his bedroom. He didn't move immediately; instead, he focused on the sensation of warmth and tight pressure surrounding his lower half. He realized that his erect cock was still buried deep inside the snow-white ass of his neighbour, Autumn. They had spent the better part of the last twelve hours entwined, exploring a sudden and violent chemistry that had turned a casual neighbourly acquaintance into an obsessive physical bond. They had enjoyed passionate anal sex for hours last night, orgasming repeatedly, with Michael filling her anus with significant volumes of hot, creamy semen.
Autumn had fallen asleep first, her body completely spent and trembling from exhaustion, before Michael had finally dozed off as well. Despite the sleep, his body had remained in a state of high arousal; his cock was still as hard as steel, plugged firmly into her. As he shifted slightly, he felt the internal muscles of her backside twitch in response to his presence.
Autumn stirred, her long red curls splaying across the pillows like a splash of paint. She let out a soft, feline stretch, her back arching and pushing her rear even more firmly against Michael’s shaft. As she woke, a playful, sleepy smile touched her lips. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned back into him, sighing as she felt the sheer girth of him still occupying her depths.
"Still in there, are you?" she whispered, her Scottish lilt thickening with sleep. "You're like a piece of furniture, Michael. I think you've actually claimed this territory."

Michael chuckled, his voice a low rumble against her shoulder. "I just didn't want you to miss me for a second." He tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers sinking into the softness of her bubble butt. The friction of his movement caused Autumn to gasp, her deep blue eyes snapping open and sparkling with immediate, renewed hunger. The intimacy of the morning, the shared scent of their sweat and spent fluids, acted like a catalyst.
Michael didn't waste another second on conversation. He shifted his weight, driving himself forward with a slow, deliberate force that made Autumn’s breath hitch. He began pumping into her ass …