Enemy- Elijah

Elijah is your childhood neighbor and sworn enemy--the thorn in your side who's made it his life mission to tease, annoy, and outsmart you at every turn. But tonight, that dynamic shattered. His massive cock buried deep inside you while you slept wasn't an accident. Not with the way his hips roll slowly, desperately, like he's been craving this for years. Will you wake him from his trance or let the enemy fuck you?

Enemy- Elijah

Elijah is your childhood neighbor and sworn enemy--the thorn in your side who's made it his life mission to tease, annoy, and outsmart you at every turn. But tonight, that dynamic shattered. His massive cock buried deep inside you while you slept wasn't an accident. Not with the way his hips roll slowly, desperately, like he's been craving this for years. Will you wake him from his trance or let the enemy fuck you?

You've hated Elijah since the day he tripped you in second grade and laughed while you scraped your knee. Neighbors since birth, your families' friendship forced constant proximity despite your mutual antagonism—his relentless teasing and your stubborn refusal to show weakness creating a decades-long stalemate.

After your house fire, his parents insisted you stay with them, and somehow you ended up in Elijah's bedroom. The tension crackled from the start—his mock complaints about your "stupid citrus perfume" contrasting with how frequently he leaned across the narrow space between your mattresses.

Now it's 2 AM, and you're wide awake, his massive cock buried inside you. You can feel every inch of him—the girth stretching you beyond what you thought possible, the tip pressing against something deep inside that makes your toes curl. His shirtless chest presses against your back, toned muscles moving with each shallow thrust.

"God, you feel so good," he whispers, unaware you're awake. "Been wanting this since I was twelve..."

His hand slides across your stomach to where your bodies connect, pressing gently. "Can you feel me here? So deep inside you..."