It was another sweltering July night when Valentino once again struggled with insomnia. Though still fairly young, three years on the police force and endless night shifts had already begun to wear on his sleep. He sat in front of his computer, watching videos of motorcycle trips.

Meanwhile, from the neighboring apartment came a burst of noise and cheerful voices. The walls were thin, and Valentino could clearly make out the echo of loud conversations and music.

To be honest, that was precisely the reason he had chosen this particular room. Living next door was Anna, a single woman who exerted on him a pull that was both psychological and, undeniably, physical. He was fascinated by everything she did—almost to the point of surveillance. His eyes followed her every time she stepped out of the building, and he savored even the briefest encounters with her in the hallway, as if she radiated some invisible waves of pleasure that made it impossible not to desire her as a woman.

Valentino knew not only where she worked but also the names of all her girlfriends and even their social media profiles. He was interested in everything connected to her. But there was one problem—Anna was ten years older. Divorced, she occasionally had male friends over, and whenever Valentino heard them, he nearly lost his mind imagining what might be happening on the bed just beyond that wall. He had a much too vivid imagination.

And this time, from the voices alone, Valentino understood that Anna had a man over, and their meeting had a far more intimate purpose than casual conversation. A wave of irritation washed over him. In his mind, he scolded himself once again for not having found an excuse to get closer to his neighbor, if only to spend a little time together.

The loud laughter faded, and after a brief pause, Valentino heard Anna’s moans. There was no mistaking it—just beyond the wall, his neighbor was having sex with her guest. Valentino felt his cock grow hard, an insistent urge to jerk off taking hold of him. He sat at his computer and began searching for videos of his favorite porn actress, the one who looked uncannily like Anna.

But before he could even pick the right clip, the sounds of sex stopped—or rather, they shifted into strained, dissatisfied groans. Valentino froze, listening carefully. Silence. He cautiously pressed an empty glass against the wall and leaned his ear to it. Faint rustling, strange moans. His senses sharpened. This was not how Anna’s encounters usually ended.

He moved into the other room, retrieved his Beretta—his service weapon—and his handcuffs. Quietly, he slipped into the shared corridor. Complete silence. Very slowly, he tested the handle of her door, and it gave way without a sound. A dim light glowed inside the apartment. Raising his weapon, Valentino stepped in. The faint rustling came from the room that shared a wall with his own.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between embarrassment and instinct, but finally decided he’d rather face shame than let something terrible happen. He moved toward the sound.

The bedroom door wasn’t closed, and as Valentino peeked inside, he saw a man rifling through the drawers of the dresser. Anna was on the bed, likely naked, though from his angle he could only see her legs.

“Hands up, police!” Valentino barked, raising his weapon at the intruder. The man froze in place, speechless and unsure what to do. Anna moaned again.

“Down on the floor, hands behind your back,” Valentino ordered. His voice was sharp, commanding, and the barrel of the gun left no room for argument. The thief complied. With practiced ease, Valentino cuffed him—and only then turned his full attention to Anna.

She was completely naked, her arms stretched above her head and tied to the bedframe. Her legs were crossed, as if to shield her exposed pussy, and her mouth was gagged with some kind of ribbon. On the coffee table nearby lay remnants of fruit and sweets; on the floor, a used condom. It was obvious—they had been having sex, but at some point her guest had decided to rob her.

“Anna, are you okay?” Valentino asked, pulling the gag from her mouth.

“Yes, Valentino—I’m so glad you came. He tricked me… he wanted to rob me.” Her eyes glowed with relief and gratitude. Her wrists were tied tight, evidence of a kinky game that her lover had used against her, and freeing her wasn’t quick or easy.

“Hold on, I’ll deal with this first…” Valentino gestured toward the man lying on the floor and started searching him. No ID, no weapon—just a cellphone, which Valentino pocketed.

“Now listen, buddy—you’re headed downtown, and you’re not going to like it there. What’s your name?”

“Marco,” the man muttered.

Valentino studied his face. He didn’t look like anyone on the wanted list. What struck him was his age—barely older than twenty, even younger than Valentino himself. The thought sparked a surge of anger, a sense of injustice. Valentino yanked him roughly toward the door.

“Valentino! Let him go… Please, I don’t want any scandal,” Anna begged.

Valentino hesitated. What he was about to do felt deeply unprofessional. Evil was supposed to be punished—always. And yet… this was Anna asking. How could he deny her?

He hauled Marco to his feet and pushed him into the corridor.

“I’m with the police. If I ever see you here again, your life will become very miserable—I promise you that. And God help you if I catch you breaking the law anywhere else… understood?” Valentino hissed, his voice low and deadly. To drive the point home, he pressed the cold barrel of his pistol against Marco’s head.

With that, he removed the cuffs. Marco fled the building in a hurry. The clock on the wall read 2 a.m.

When Valentino stepped back into Anna’s apartment, she noticed the way his eyes lingered on her elegant, mature, naked body. She lay waiting for her rescuer in the same vulnerable state he had found her in. Desire burned in him, but he forced it under control. He set his gun down on the bedside table and began working at the ribbons that bound her wrists.

Anna lay stretched out in the center of the bed, forcing him to kneel beside her head to reach the knots. Her breasts rose defencelessly toward the ceiling, her perfect nipples distracting him at every glance. The ties refused to give, and in his thin shorts his erection was impossible to hide.

“Hold on—I’ll grab a knife,” Valentino said quickly, but Anna stopped him.

“No, wait!” Anna paused. “Don’t you think you might want to take advantage of this little… accidental gift?” she whispered shyly, hinting at sex. Though her wrists were still tied to the bed, her body was relaxed—she felt safe.

For a moment, Valentino hesitated. He cast another glance at his neighbor’s naked form and finally lost control. He pulled down his shorts and panties and exposed his erect penis. Without hesitation, he brought it closer to Anna's face, paused for a second, trying to make sure it wasn't a dream, and confidently touched his naked dickhead to Anna's lips.

Anna was a little bit not expecting this, but without reacting in any way, she agreed to the neighbor's actions and let his penis into her mouth. Valentino obeying his instincts and his fantasies began to uncontrollably but gently fuck Anna in the mouth as he had imagined many times before.

Valentino hastily took off all his clothes. He hastily touched Anna's breasts and again knelt over Anna's head. The woman was already burning with desire and grabbed his cock with her lips, giving her incredible pleasure. Giving her a little breather, Valentino leaned back and took possession of her pussy. Anna flinched, moaned and completely surrendered to the control of her unexpected lover.

Valentino's hand was playing with her juicy peach, and soon two of his fingers entered her. A minute of play and then again the penis penetrates Anna's mouth, who looks at her lover with incredible thirst. Valentino was incredibly excited not only from the caress of Anna's tender lips, but also from the expression on her face as she submissively accepted his penis. A few more penetrations and a stream of warm sperm filled Anna's mouth. He was convulsively moving, pushing out all the drops and fell onto the bed next to Anna.

Anna didn't like swallowing cum, but this time she was too excited and did it without even thinking. The neighbor, in the role of a lover, used her so roughly and unusually like no one else had before, and it turned her on.

“Now… will you finally untie me?” Anna asked, her tone lightly teasing.

Valentino’s mind cleared a little. He realized how far he had let things go with his neighbor, but her calmness had a soothing effect on him. There was a brief, awkward silence where neither knew what to say, and to break it, Valentino dashed to the kitchen in search of a knife.

He returned quickly, knife in hand. For a moment, Anna thought he looked almost like a barbarian—yet his body was lean and toned, and she wondered why she had never noticed him like this before. She didn’t want him to leave, at least not yet. She felt a low, heated tension within herself, and the moment on the bed had left her slightly flushed.

With quick, precise movements, Valentino freed her from the bindings. Finally, Anna could sit upright, stretch, and release the tension from her muscles. She was graceful as a cat, and her tender breasts with excited nipples moved at the slightest movement.

Valentino didn't notice that his penis was sticking out again, but Anna noticed and reached out to him with curiosity, testing it by touch. Then she uncovered his dickhead and for a moment covered it with her lips, looking at Valentino with a provocative look.

At the same moment, Anna felt herself being lifted from the edge of the bed and thrown further away. She didn’t even have time to scream. Valentino pounced on her with the determination of a male: he kissed her neck and breasts, his hands “traveled” from her head to her buttocks, caressing her body. He passionately kissed her lips and at that moment the tip of his penis touched her wet, burning vulva. Without breaking away from the kiss, Valentino confidently entered Anna. She moaned and wanted to stop.

“Valentino, the condom is over th—” But there was no stopping him now. He was like a wild force unleashed, and the raw urgency of his movements swept Anna into a storm of pleasure. She surrendered completely to her rescuer, letting the waves of desire crash over her again and again. Valentino's big cock penetrated her deeply and orgasm periodically clouded her brain. Anna lost touch with reality, did not understand where she was and only felt pleasure penetrating her body. It was like a dream.

She felt her body being turned over onto her stomach and placed on her knees. Without opening her eyes she obeyed and soon felt Valentino's hand touching her wet vulva, squeezing, stretching her lips, his fingers penetrating inside and then entering her mouth, Valentino's penis entered her with renewed force and she again fell into ecstasy.

Valentino's movements became faster and Anna felt like a small island with a tsunami approaching. She shuddered under Valentino's blows and finally felt his cock throbbing and a portion of hot cum filling her.

“Oh, Valentino…” They fall onto the bed together. Anna touches her wet vagina, caresses herself between her legs, squeezes her nipples, smearing them with mucus, and turns to face her lover.

“What a night this has been… I still can’t believe he might have robbed me…” Anna said softly. She remembered that her guest, Marco—though he hadn’t stolen from her—he had fucked her. But she kept that part to herself. “And then he left me tied up… I don’t even want to imagine who might have found me, or in what state…

“Don’t think about him. You’ll never see that bastard again. From now on, he’ll be the one looking over his shoulder.”

“Valentino… after this, we’ll still just be… neighbors and friends, right? I don’t want to have to move away… God, I feel so ashamed…” Anna groaned, pressing her hands to her face before letting her head fall back.

“Don’t worry,” Valentino said softly. “Let me stay with you until morning. Once I leave for my shift, everything will go back to the way it was.”

He leaned over Anna, looked into her happy and sleepy eyes, then ran his hand up her stomach to her chest, took her nipple with his lips and played with it.

After a long pause, she whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this…”