Fucked my Neighbour in the elevator (Part 2)

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in with the dull hum of fluorescence. She leaned against the cold metal wall, her skirt hiked up, exposing her stockings and the lace edge of her thong. I could see the damp patch growing on the fabric as she looked at me with those fuck-me eyes. “You know what happens when we get stuck in here,” she whispered, her hand snaking down to rub her clit through the thin material. I stepped closer, my cock already rock hard, pushing against my pants. She reached out, unzipping me, pulling out my thick shaft. She licked her lips, then took me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair, pulling her closer. She gagged slightly, but didn’t stop, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva coating my cock. I could feel the elevator shaking slightly, the lights flickering as if mirroring the electric charge between us. She pulled away, gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed. “Fuck me,” she demanded, turning around and bending over, her ass in the air. I didn’t need to be told twice. I yanked down her thong, exposing her wet pussy. I spit on my hand, rubbing it onto my cock, then positioned myself at her entrance. I slammed into her, hard, making her scream. The elevator shook again, the lights flickering wildly as I pounded into her, my hips slapping against her ass. She moaned, her hands braced against the wall, her body pushing back against mine. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock. I grunted, my own orgasm ripping through me, my cum shooting deep inside her, dripping down her thighs. We stood there, panting, the elevator finally still, the lights back to normal. But nothing was normal. Not after that.