Kevyn, the neighbor's wife, was a picture of Latin heat in her lacy thong, her husband's indifference evident. I'd gone over to ask a small favor, but her curves and the sight of her ass had me rock-hard. She found me ogling, smirked, and beckoned me inside. Her husband's disinterest had left her horny, and she didn't waste time, pushing me onto the couch and straddling me, her wet pussy grinding against my eager cock before she slid down, impaling herself on my hardness.