Dana’s Intense Gaze

Dana’s quiet heat in the kitchen, her revelation about watching Alex and Anna through the open door, still pulsed in Anna’s mind, fueling a thrilling arousal. Anna reached the foot of the stairs, her auburn hair loose, her tank top and shorts clinging to her sweat-slick curves, her body aching with need. Alex descended, his dark hair tousled, his shirtless torso gleaming, his jeans low. Their eyes locked, and Anna’s desire surged, her core tightening at his presence. She stepped close, her voice a low, **** whisper, soft enough to keep Dana, still in the kitchen, from hearing.

“Alex, fuck,” Anna breathed, her lips brushing his ear, her voice thick with lust. “Dana told me they all watched us last night, when you fucked me awake. Bella, Chloe, Dana—staring while you fucked me so hard. It’s driving me wild, baby. I’m so fucking wet, I need your cock inside me now. Fuck me till I can’t think, make me scream.”

Alex’s cock hardened, straining against his jeans, Anna’s dirty talk igniting a fire. But his eyes flicked past her, drawn to Dana in the kitchen, her dark ponytail sleek, her sports bra and leggings hugging her toned frame. Dana met his gaze, her brown eyes smoldering with quiet intensity. She leaned against the counter, her posture taut, and slowly adjusted her sports bra, her fingers grazing her skin, a subtle but charged gesture that sent a jolt through him. Her lips parted slightly, her stare unwavering, a silent tease.

Anna pressed closer, oblivious, her whispers urgent. “I can’t stop thinking about them watching, Alex. Their eyes on us, seeing you take me like that. It’s so fucking hot, I need you to fuck me, fill me up again.” Her hand slid down, brushing his bulge, her breath hitching. “Please, baby, I’m begging for you.”

Alex’s pulse raced, Anna’s words fueling his arousal, but Dana’s gaze held him. She shifted, her hip resting against the counter, and ran a finger along her ponytail, her smirk subtle but deliberate, as if hinting at hidden desires. His cock throbbed, torn between Anna’s **** pleas and Dana’s enigmatic allure. He nodded, his voice rough. “Fuck, Anna, you’re unstoppable.”

“Keep the door open,” Anna whispered, her eyes blazing. “I want them to see, I want it all.” Her nails dug into his arms, her need raw.

Alex’s restraint broke. He scooped Anna up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heat pressing against him. He carried her upstairs, her soft moans muffled against his neck, and entered her bedroom, leaving the door wide open as she’d demanded. He set her on the bed, yanking off her shorts and panties, her pussy glistening. Anna got on all fours, facing the open door, her ass raised, her eyes fixed on the hallway, waiting for her flatmates to appear.

Alex shed his jeans, his cock thick and ready, and positioned himself behind her. He thrust in, hard and deep, a groan escaping as Anna’s pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, yes,” Anna gasped, her voice loud now, her body rocking back to meet him. Alex pounded her, each thrust raw and relentless, the bed creaking, his mind flashing to Dana’s intense eyes, her fingers, her subtle smirk. Anna’s moans filled the room, her eyes glued to the door, her body trembling with anticipation, craving the hidden gazes she hoped would come.