I am a senior in college. Summer has ended, and a new semester is about to begin. This term, a very special freshman joined our ranks. She stood about 5'7" with large, captivating eyes and wore heavy smoky eyeshadow that accentuated her deep, striking facial features, giving her a hint of an exotic, mixed-race look. Her name was Chloe. She favored pink sundresses that subtly revealed the silhouette of her thong underneath—an outfit she knew was my greatest weakness. Unfortunately, her attitude was quite difficult; she was particularly arrogant and condescending toward men, looking down on many older students who were clearly infatuated with her.

Because the school dormitories were crowded, many students rented rooms nearby. After a bit of digging, I discovered she lived alone in a private studio apartment. That was when I knew my opportunity had arrived. Every day, I began to stalk her, learning her daily routine and her social habits.

An abandoned building stood directly across from her apartment. I purchased a high-powered telescope and took up a corner on the rooftop of that derelict building to observe her every move.

She usually left her window open while bathing, perhaps thinking the surrounding area was deserted and safe. But she was wrong. Every day, as soon as she began to bathe, I would be ready on the rooftop across the way. I watched as she peeled off her outer clothes to reveal her sexy lingerie. She loved wearing thongs; every time the thin strip of fabric disappeared between her buttocks, leaving her most intimate parts barely covered, it sent a surge of excitement through me. Once she was completely naked, her exquisite figure was laid bare: a slender waist, long legs, and firm, rounded breasts. Her pink nipples swayed with every movement, making me ache to knead them. Chloe’s pubic hair was perfectly groomed, a dense, dark inverted triangle that was incredibly alluring. Every time she washed her private parts, I couldn't help but masturbate, fantasizing that it was my hands cleaning her.

She would often sing to herself while bathing, a sight that was incredibly sweet, unaware that her every secret was being devoured by a stranger—a man she would surely despise. After stalking and voyeuring for over a week, I finally decided it was time to make my move. I wanted to teach her the consequences of being so disrespectful.

That night, after confirming her entry into the bathroom through my telescope, I hurried to her apartment building. I climbed up to her floor, passing a few other tenants who didn't seem to mind a stranger's presence, likely assuming I lived there too. Reaching her door, I took a deep breath, retrieved the spare key she had hidden in a nearby flowerpot, and slipped effortlessly into her room.

Armed with a utility knife, I crept toward the bathroom. Standing at the door, the sound of her humming drifted out, and my own manhood began to swell painfully. I burst through the door. Before Chloe could even react, I pressed the blade of the knife against her face and hissed, "If you scream even once, I’ll slice your face!" She froze in terror, nodding frantically. It was time to teach her a lesson in respect.

First, I took my time admiring her perfect body. Seeing her up close was a world away from the telescope. She was drenched, having just started her bath. Her skin was incredibly fine, and her face, flushed with fear, was more captivating than ever. Her coveted pink nipples swayed before my eyes, and her pubic hair glistened under the water. Shaking with lust, my loins felt ready to explode. I commanded her to spread her legs so I could see her intimately. She shook her head reluctantly, but after a sharp slap to her cheek, she began to slowly part her thighs, caressing her stinging skin.

I knelt down and finally beheld her most precious treasure—her pink labia. A few fine hairs clung to them, and she carried a distinct, feminine fragrance. It was a vision of pure beauty, the very image I had fantasized about every single day, a sight many men would die to see, but now, she belonged only to me. My desire was reaching a breaking point, but I knew the fruit of patience would be sweeter.

As I began to caress her, Chloe could only stare at me with tearful, angry eyes, helpless against the blade in my hand.

I traced my fingers over her face, her neck, and then moved to the breasts I had watched from afar. They weren't massive, but they were incredibly supple. I kneaded them relentlessly with my palms before leaning in to suckle her pink nipples. Suddenly, when my hand slid down to her crotch, Chloe let out a near-scream, but the sight of the knife forced her to swallow the sound. I began to savor the texture of her most intimate parts—the silky hair and the tender, soft folds. I teased her relentlessly, eventually pinching the most sensitive nub of her clitoris. She let out another startled cry, quickly muffling her own mouth with her hand for fear of a cut. I rubbed and teased her until her expression shifted from anger to a pained sort of ecstasy, at which point I pulled my fingers away to taste her essence.

Next, I commanded her to turn her back to me and lean against the edge of the bathtub. She obeyed helplessly. Kneeling behind her, I spread her legs as wide as they would go, leaving her most private area completely exposed to my face. Looking at her backside, imagining the thongs she usually wore, it was incredible to realize how much more enticing the reality was.

I pulled her buttocks apart with my hands. Before me lay her tender, pink labia and her slightly parted entrance. I thought about how many men dreamed of entering that very place, and here it was, opening slightly for me, exhaling a unique, heady aroma. Unable to help myself, I pressed a deep kiss against her. It was a dream realized. I took her labia into my mouth, sucking deeply and laving my tongue into the depths of her vagina, swirling it around. Chloe’s body shuddered. She turned her head, weeping, begging me to stop, but that only made me spread her wider and feast more hungrily. My tongue worked tirelessly, coating her entire vulva in my saliva.

Her anus was impeccably clean, revealing beautiful, pink folds that pulsed rhythmically. I began to kiss her there, swirling my tongue over the opening. Every time my tongue touched her, she would tense up, her anus clenching tightly, which in turn caused her vaginal opening to pulse and contract. Watching the rhythmic opening and closing, the urge to thrust inside became unbearable.

Standing behind her, I stripped off my trousers. Chloe seemed to sense my intent, pleading with me to stop, but I simply replied coldly, "Weren't you so proud? This is just your punishment." She closed her eyes helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

Gripping my erection, which was hard to the point of agony, I began to rub the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, savoring the agonizing tension of the prelude. After a few frantic strokes, I slowly pushed inside. The warmth was overwhelming; it felt as though layers of velvet heat were squeezing my shaft. This was the sensation I had dreamed of every night. After only a few shallow thrusts, the tightness was almost too much to bear.

As I slowly buried my burning length into that jade-like warmth, Chloe’s body jerked taut. Her long legs trembled from the sudden fullness, and her toes curled tightly from the intensity. The sensation of being enveloped by those hot, wet, undulating walls was a hundred times more powerful than anything the telescope could convey. Every nerve in my body screamed with pleasure.

"Mmm... ha..." Chloe let out a stifled moan. Her arrogant persona had vanished, replaced by a dazed mixture of shame and primal instinct.

I gave her no time to recover, beginning a series of deep, powerful thrusts. With every withdrawal, a wet, squelching sound filled the air—the lewd melody of her juices mixing with my friction. Every time my pelvis slammed against her rounded buttocks, it produced a rhythmic, fleshy *slap, slap, slap*.

"Slower... please..." she pleaded through tears, her voice weak against the onslaught. As I moved, her pink nipples bounced wildly in the air, glistening like ripe fruit against her wet skin.

I could feel the walls of her vagina convulsing around me, as if countless tiny hands were squeezing and sucking at my shaft. This intense physiological reaction shattered my remaining sanity. I shifted my position, pinning her slender waist with one hand while cupping her full breasts with the other, kneading her nipples to intertwine the pleasure of her chest with the pounding of her loins.

"Where is that haughty attitude now?" I whispered wickedly in her ear, before accelerating the pace. "Aren't you begging me now?"

Each thrust drove me straight to her cervix. The impact sent Chloe’s body jolting forward, only for me to pull her back forcefully. Her breathing became ragged and frantic; her once clear eyes were now glazed and unfocused. Sweat and bathwater trickled down her spine, shimmering under the light.

As the rhythm quickened, her body temperature soared, and her tight passage became even hotter and more lubricated. Her labia grew swollen and flushed from the constant friction, opening and closing around my penis like a blooming flower of pure lust.

"It's... coming... ah...!" Chloe let out a high-pitched cry that she desperately tried to choke back. Her entire body began to convulse, and her vaginal walls began to squeeze in frantic, tidal waves. The tightness was so intense it felt as if she might burst my penis apart.

I reached my own limit, letting out a primal growl. My hips worked feverishly, pumping my essence deep into her most sensitive depths time and time again. The hot flood struck her womb, leaving her slumped helplessly against the edge of the tub. All that remained was the sound of her heavy panting and the rhythmic drip of water hitting the floor, echoing through the bathroom filled with the scent of lust and humiliation.