Chapter 9 NEIGHBOR'S SECRET ROUTINE: WATER FLOWERS, FUCK ME pt 2
Britney woke up the next day feeling so happy and full of life. No man made her feel sexually satisfied this way, not even her ex-husband. He was boring in bed and stank of cigarette, making her want to throw up each time he climbed her.
She danced to rock music as she did her chores, she worked from home, today was her free day, she was gonna use it wisely. That meant another session with Tom.
She looked out of her window. He was kissing a lady at the back of his porch. His wife.
She wasn't jealous or angry. None of them cared enough to share that information yesterday. She was thrilled at the thought of fucking another lady husband in her bedroom.
It was getting dark, almost time when Tom comes out to water his garden. She wore a see through sun dress, it was short with no panties, she went to her backyard, acting like she was check her garden that actually needed some clearing.
He looked up and saw her, hose still running. His wife was few meters away. “Hey neighbor,” he winked at her, his voice friendly. Like nothing happened between them. “Need any help with your garden?” Britney smiled and looked over at his wife. “I do, I don’t mind taking lessons on how to keep mine perfect like you do.”
He smirked, looked over at his wife who didn't seem to notice. He turned off the water and jump over the low fence. He showed her how to use the hose, his body brushed hers accidentally as he handed it to her.
Britney nipples harden, her body responded to his accidental touch. He turned to point at a flower, when she let the hose fall, water splashing all round, draining them both
Her dress, clug to her skin, everything under it was visible, her full breasts, no panties. Tom eyes widen in shock and then darkened lustfully.
“Shit sorry.” He muttered, but didn’t remove his eyes from her body.
Britney moved closer, letting one hand of her dress fall, “You don't have to be. I like getting wet next to a hot man.”
He looked over the fence. His wife wasn't there, not that he cared.
He shut the hose, and pulled her against him, his mouth took hers, possessive and hungry, he grabbed her ass, lifting her a little. Britney moaned, whining her wet pussy against his harden dick. They stumbled toward her back door, still kissing, hands exploring.
Inside, he closwd the door with his leg and pulled her dress over her head, she was now naked before him.
“You have a way of making me hard even without trying, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you keep coming for more.”
Britney smirked, exactly what she wanted.
He raised her against the kitchen counter, he went on his knees. His mouth found her pussy, his tongue, licked every bit of her juices, lapped at her clit, sucking hard, he finger-fucked her still buried face down
Britney held his hair, lifting her hips, against his face. “My pussy was made for you, eat my pussy.” She gasped, her juices were on his chin. He finger-fucked her faster, she curled her feet the pleasure was too much, she started squirting. Tom stood, removing hia wet jeans, his black cock throbbing freely.
His dick was worthy of being sucked. She went on her knees, “When I'm done sucking, you fill my pussy with your big black cock.” She place her lips on head, teasing him, sucking greedily. Her head began a rhythm, taking his cock in an out, her tongue licking the head before she buried him deep in her throat. Mark groaned, holding her hair, guiding her gently. “Suck that cock, just like that.”
She dropped to her knees, wrapping her lips around his shaft, sucking greedily. Her head bobbed, tongue swirling the head before taking him deep, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Mark groaned, hands fisting her hair, thrusting gently. “Suck that cock, just like that.”
“Holy shit.” He couldn't hold it again.
He pulled her up and bent her over the counter. His cock rubbed her entrance, bathing his cock with her juices. “Does your wife make you feel this good? She asked whining her waist against him.
“Aaah..hell No! Pleasure washed over him, he thrust in deeply down to his balls in one move. Britney cried out, not caring if his wife heard them.
She felt him in her as he hit her pussy, hips slapping against her ass. “Fuck me harder, make me cum for you.” She demanded.
He grabbed her waist, slamming her hardcore, his balls hitting her clits with each deeo thrust. Sweat mixed with her juices, she kept moaning. “Hit my pussy like it’s yours.”
He pressed her boobs, and she came again, “Tom...Tom…I Love your cock in me.”
“I'm filling your pussy now with my cum.” He moaned out, with one final thrust, exploded in her pussy.
Panting, he slowly dressed back
“Been watching you water that garden for days, I'm not gonna resist anymore.”
Tom pulled her closer. “Next time, we can make it wetter together.“