Neighbor's Fingers Dance on My Pussy
My neighbor, a dominant force in her own right, storms into my home, her eyes burning with desire. She's here for one reason only, and she makes no secret of it. She pushes me down onto the couch, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot on my ear. "I'm going to make you feel so good," she purrs, her hands already working at my belt. She frees my cock, stroking it gently as she grinds her pussy against my thigh. She's soaking wet, her juices soaking through her panties and onto my leg. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial of oil, pouring it onto her fingers. She brings her hand to her pussy, rubbing the oil into her folds, her eyes never leaving mine. She's finger-fucking herself, her digits gliding in and out of her tight hole, her moans filling the room. She's a sight to behold, her body writhing with pleasure, her tits bouncing as she rides her hand. She's close, her breath coming in short gasps, and I can't help but reach out, my hand cupping her breast, my