FTHT-240 A summer memory of when I had standing sex with the older woman next door through a wall opening, and she told me to finish inside her

One day, a hole appeared in the wall separating my room from the one next door. Listening to the everyday sounds coming through the thin walls of my run-down apartment, I began communicating with the woman living beside me. Before long, I became close with the woman next door through the hole in the wall.