Tira smoothed her floral sundress, wondering if her new naughty neighbor preferred a little spice with his welcome. She stepped onto the porch, her short blonde hair catching the golden afternoon light. The door creaked open to reveal a man with salt-and-pepper hair and eyes the color of smoked bourbon. He leaned against the frame, his gaze traveling slowly from her toes to her lips.
“Welcome to the street,” Tira purred, holding up a plate of cookies. “I’m Tira!”
“You are a bold little thing,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest.
Tira leaned in, she smelled the scent of cedarwood and expensive tobacco clinging to him. “Maybe I am just a naughty neighbor in training.”
He let out a short, sharp laugh and stepped back, gesturing into the cool shade of the hallway. “Come inside, Tira. I think we can find a way to accelerate your training.”
The door clicked shut, and the tension snapped. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against his hard frame, the cookies falling to the floor. Tira gasped as his mouth crashed onto hers, their tongues dancing in a desperate, wet exchange of saliva. He backed her against the wall, his hands hiking up her dress.
“Fuck, you are breathtaking,” he groaned against her neck.
Tira arched her back, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches. “I want to see what my naughty neighbor is hiding in those trousers.” Her hands rubbing him through the fabric.
He didn’t make her wait. He ripped his zipper down, freeing a thick, pulsing dick that sprang forward, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Tira knelt, her eyes wide as she took the broad head into her mouth, sucking deeply while her tongue swirled around the ridge. He let out a guttural moan, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair to guide her on a frantic rhythm.
After a minute, he hauled her up, and tossed her onto the nearby sofa. He pushed up her dressand ripped off her panties, exposing her wet, aching folds. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit before he drove home in one intense thrust.
Tira screamed, her legs locking around his waist. The friction was electric, a sliding, squelching heat that filled her completely. He began to pump, his balls slapping rhythmically against her backside with a wet, fleshy sound. Panting and whimpering noises filled the room as he hammered into her, the air being pushed out of her lungs with every heavy stroke.
“My favorite naughty neighbor,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t slow down, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He felt her walls tighten as she screamed her orgasm, clutching his shaft in a series of violent spasms. He let out a roar, his body stiffening as he flooded her pussy with thick, hot cum. He collapsed onto her, both of them drenched in sweat and shaking from the exertion.
“I hope lesson number one for being a naughty neighbor didn’t disappoint,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead.
Tira smiled, leaning into his warmth. “I think I am going to like you living here… Teacher.”
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