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Neighbour(s) part three I moan loudly as I feel his rough fingers rubbing my pussy while at the same time he gently sucks on my nipple. In the meantime, I feel him gently caressing me and paying extensive attention to kissing, licking and feeling my breasts. Then I feel him slide his hand into my bikini bottoms. He kneads my buttocks, and I kiss him fervently while I feel with my hand how he is slowly getting hard again... Damn, I want to feel this man inside me so bad, but here on this mini bench that's almost impossible. “Come,” I say, “we're going upstairs.” You look at me horny and give my buttocks a playful slap. “Ladies first,” you say, laughing. I rotate my buttocks extra when I walk in front of you. I have to look, because I can't risk coming into a room with open curtains like that. When we get to the kitchen I feel you throw your arms around me and kiss my neck. Your warm cock pushes hard against my back as you knead my breasts fiercely but firmly. I notice how my horny drips down my legs. I do not give a hoot. On the floor, against the wall, on the kitchen table... I want to feel you inside me. You seem to read my thoughts and push me towards the table. I moan hotly when you turn me around and lift me onto the table. You spread my legs and I can hardly wait. You kiss my neck and I feel you lick your way down. No, I want... Oh god yes.. I feel your<b> tongue </font></b>licking my pussy, and I moan so loudly that it's a good thing no one is there. You slowly push two of your fingers inside me, while your<b> tongue </font></b>and lips play with my lips. You curl your fingers and suddenly I'm no longer lying on the kitchen table. I feel waves of pleasure rushing through my body and the only thing that matters are your fingers, lips and<b> tongue. </font></b>Your hand pushes over my mouth and when I slowly come around a bit, you remove it again. “What… what..” I need a moment to find my words “what was..” He laughs deeply while he now kneads my breasts. “You can scream so loudly… Jesus!” he says as he strokes my pussy. I ask him what he did to me, and he says that he extensively massaged my G-spot. “I didn't know I had that,” I groan. He laughs again, but now he places himself between my legs. I moan expectantly... I can hardly wait until... Goddammit. The telephone. He quickly goes to vociemail, and I want to pull the neighbor towards me, when I suddenly hear my mother tell me that they will be home in fifteen minutes and we are going out for dinner, so I can ask if I can be ready, and why I don't answer my cell phone. “Shit” I shout. Just as he was about to take me... I take a pen and quickly scribble my number on his arm, after which he leaves. I quickly clean up all traces of my adventure, take a secretly quite sexy set from my closet and put on a dress. When I look in the mirror I see that my hair and makeup are a complete disaster. I quickly wipe my face with a wet washcloth, which removes both the makeup and the semen residue. I quickly put on lipstick, but just as I'm pulling a brush through my hair I hear my cell phone. I say I'll be right over and take a look in the mirror. It can get through with it. Then I see how I get a text “Too bad, I would have liked to enjoy you even more... Better luck next time.”  |
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