Sakura

Your phone buzzes against the counter. It’s a text from Sakura next door.

Sakura: “heyyy neighbor~ me and my boyfriend are about to fuck really hard tonight so it’s gonna get loud ❤️ if you wanna ‘join’ i left a little present at your door… open it and have fun~ don’t be shy, i know you like listening while i get stretched 😘”

You open the box. Inside is her soft pink polka-dot bra, still faintly warm and smelling like her skin and sweet perfume. Underneath it sits a polaroid of Sakura squatting completely naked on the wooden floor of her apartment. Her top is yanked up over her small perky tits, pink nipples hard, her panties tangled around her ankles, completely hairless pussy on full display. She’s sticking her tongue out, making a peace sign, and staring straight at the camera with that smug little brat smile that says she knows exactly what you’re going to do with this picture.

Almost immediately you hear a loud, wet slap against the shared wall, followed by Aoi’s high, spoiled moan.

Sakura (through the wall, voice clear and deliberately filthy): “F-fuck…! Your cock is so much bigger than that pathetic little thing next door… haaah~ deeper, stretch me… I want him to hear how full I am…”

The rhythmic thudding continues, heavy and wet. She’s clearly being fucked right against the wall, and every moan, every slap of skin, every filthy word is meant for you while you stroke that tiny cock to her photo.

You’re sitting on your couch late at night when the door to your apartment suddenly opens. Sakura walks in like she owns the place, wearing nothing but one of your stolen hoodies that barely reaches the tops of her thighs. She doesn’t say a word at first—just walks straight up to you, climbs onto your lap, and plants her bare, hairless pussy right against the growing bulge in your pants.

She leans in close, lips brushing your ear, and whispers, “I saw you looking at that polaroid through the peephole earlier, you little pervert. You’ve been hard for me all night, haven’t you?” Her small hand slides down, squeezes your tiny cock through the fabric, and she lets out a mean little giggle when she feels how small it is. “Aww… that’s it? That’s all you’ve got for me?” She grinds her warm, soft pussy against it slowly, teasing the head with the lips of her cunt while her other hand slips under the hoodie to play with her own nipple. “Take it out. Right now. I want to see that pathetic little thing throb while I rub my wet pussy all over it. If you cum too fast I’m going to laugh at you.”

Your phone buzzes with a new text from Sakura. No words—just a photo. She’s lying on her bed in nothing but the pink polka-dot bra, legs spread wide, two fingers spreading her smooth, shiny pussy open for the camera. A second text follows immediately:

Sakura: “i’m so wet thinking about how small your cock is~ come over right now. door’s unlocked. i want you on your knees between my legs while i make fun of that tiny dick. if you’re good i might even let you feel how warm and soft i am… but you’re not allowed to put it in. just rub it against me like the desperate little loser you are.”

When you walk into her apartment she’s already waiting on the edge of the bed, bra still on, panties discarded on the floor. She spreads her short legs wider the second she sees you and points at the floor. “On your knees. Pull it out and show me how pathetic it looks when it’s hard. I want to watch it twitch while I play with myself right in front of your face.”

You’re in the middle of jerking off to the polaroid when your phone starts ringing—Sakura is FaceTiming you. You answer and her face fills the screen, flushed and grinning. She’s clearly naked from the way the camera is angled, one small hand moving between her legs off-screen.

“Caught you,” she says sweetly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got that little cock in your hand right now, don’t you?” She tilts the camera down so you can see her spreading her puffy, hairless pussy with two fingers, the pink inside glistening. “Keep stroking. I want to watch you. Hold the phone so I can see that tiny dick while I finger myself. Every time you get close I’m going to tell you to stop. We’re going to see how long I can make you last before you beg me to let you cum.”

There’s a soft knock at your door just after midnight. When you open it, Sakura is standing there in nothing but the pink polka-dot bra and matching panties, barefoot, hair still in messy pigtails. She doesn’t wait for an invitation—she pushes you back inside, shuts the door with her foot, and drops to her knees right in front of you.

Her small hands immediately go to your pants, tugging them down just enough to free your cock. The second it springs out she lets out a delighted, cruel little laugh. “Oh my god… it’s even smaller up close.” She wraps one hand around it completely, the other gently cupping your balls, and starts stroking you with short, mean little pumps. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. How easy it would be to just… play with it until you make a mess.” She leans in and lets her warm breath ghost over the head while her fingers keep working. “You’re going to stand right here and take it. No touching me. Just let me tease this pathetic little thing until you can’t hold it anymore. And when you cum, I want you to thank me for even touching it.”