Chapter 125 JINA'S DRUNKEN PvSSY 1
Jerry.
The neighborhood was quiet, but my mind was a storm of heat and bad ideas. Jinna had stumbled over to my house an hour ago, smelling like sweet vodka and cheap perfume.
She was my neighbor’s daughter, barely legal, and currently passed out on my leather sofa. She was fast asleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic.
I stood over her, my heart thumping. Her short skirt had ridden up high, and her legs were sprawled wide, exposing a pair of tiny, white cotton panties. That sight was like a punch to my gut. As a bachelor with needs, seeing her like that—vulnerable, open, and beautiful—was more than I could handle.
I took slow, silent steps toward the sofa. Each creak of the floorboard felt like a gunshot. I reached out, my hand trembling as I hooked two fingers into the edge of her cotton panties. I shifted them slowly to the side, exposing her soft, pink folds.
"Fuck."
I stood there for a long moment, just staring. She was perfect. The skin was so pale and smooth, glistening slightly in the dim light of the living room. My mouth went dry as I looked at her. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked lying there, completely unaware of me.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I whispered as I leaned in closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixing with the musk of her body. I watched the way her stomach rose and fell with every deep, drunken breath. She looked so soft, so inviting. I wanted to touch every inch of her—do a lot of things to her.
I couldn't help myself. I let my fingers graze her. She was so warm, so soft. My finger slid past the soft folds into the slit, meeting the heat of her pussy.
The bud.
I started to rub her clit in small, circular motions, watching the way her chest heaved. Her body reacted even if her mind didn't. I saw a small shiver run through her legs, and her breathing hitched for a split second. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I thought she was waking up, but she just let out a tiny, soft moan and settled back into the cushions.
With my other hand, I unzipped my jeans and gripped myself. My hand wrapped around my own throbbing heat. I began to jerk off, my eyes glued to her open heat. The rhythm was fast and desperate because I didn't want to get caught. "Mmm... Jinna..." I whispered, my breath hitching. I watched my hand move against her; the contrast of my tan skin against her pale, pink, wet folds was making my head spin. I pushed a finger slightly inside her, feeling the incredible heat and the slickness of her arousal. She was so tight, so wet. I began to move my finger in and out, matching the rhythm of my other hand.
"Oh, fuck... Jinna... yes..." I groaned. My vision started to blur. I was watching her pussy pulse under my touch, the small pink lips swelling as I worked them. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. I rubbed her pussy faster, feeling the slickness of her arousal on my fingertips. The pressure built behind my eyes until I couldn't hold back. I let out a jagged gasp as I came, the heat of my seed hitting the carpet as my body shook with a dark, guilty pleasure.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell made me jump nearly out of my skin. I scrambled to zip up, wiping my hand on my pants. I opened the door to find Mr. Cameo, Jinna’s stepfather. He looked annoyed.
"Is she here?" he grumbled.
"Yeah, she's on the couch. Drunk," I said, my voice shaking.
Mr. Cameo pushed past me, scooped her up in his arms, and walked out without another word. I stood there, watching them disappear into the house next door. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. That was wrong. I shouldn't have touched her. But then I remembered the way she felt... that pussy was fine. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
As I turned to go back into my room, I saw something glowing on the sofa. Her cellphone.
"Dammit," I muttered. I grabbed the phone. I figured I’d be a good neighbor after all and return it. I walked over to their house. As I arrived, to my surprise, the front door was slightly ajar.
"Mr. Cameo?" I called out softly. No answer.
I stepped into the dark house. It was silent, except for a faint light coming from upstairs. I moved up the steps, my heart racing again. I reached the landing and looked through the cracked door of Jinna’s bedroom.
My jaw dropped.
Mr. Cameo.
He was standing over her, leaning over the bed, his hands moving with a slow, practiced ease. He reached down and gripped the waistband of her white panties—the same ones I had just shifted aside. He didn't rush. He peeled them down her legs, inch by inch, his eyes fixed on her crotch with an expression of dark worship.
He tossed the panties onto the floor and stood there, just like I had, staring at her open legs. His hand went to his own belt, and I heard the heavy "clink" of his buckle. He was looking at her pussy with a look of intense hunger, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He leaned down and ran a finger over the same spot I had just touched, a low, deep growl vibrating in his chest.
"What the fuck..." I whispered to myself, frozen in the hallway. I watched as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, his shadow swallowing her small frame.
My neighbor, a man I thought was respectable—he was about to do exactly what I h
ad been dreaming of. Only… it was to his stepdaughter.