These stories usually start with some kind of filtering, a previous flirtation or simply with a bit of sexual tension. In my case, it was a stroke of luck that led to an obsession with the butt of my neighbor. I had just rented a new apartment, read an ad in the newspaper, paid my deposit and went up to the third floor of the building, my apartment was 303. When I arrived at the door, it was open, between a little startled. It didn't surprise me to find all the furniture, since it was part of the contract. I went in and greeted, no one responded. I kept walking, got to the main room, found myself face to face with an angel. A beautiful sculpture, more sublime than any Picasso painting or a Michelangelo sculpture. I found myself face to face with what had fascinated Botero, a delicious mature woman whose flesh made my cock stand up like a lance.
A thin thong covered her pussy, her heels making her look like a mature and perverted professor. I brought my hand to her crotch, began to rub my cock, holding my breath, trying not to make a sound. She opened her legs slightly, started touching herself. Our movements synchronized with the rhythm of lust. I don't know what would have been the correct way to act, but I know that even if I went back in time, I would have done the same. I lowered my pants and began to masturbate more intensely. She moaned, louder each time, lost in her own fantasy.
—Break me off! — Make me your slut.
I was thinking about those words, imagining they were directed at me, fantasizing about taking her hips and thrusting my cock with strong strokes. Taking her hair, making her my slut. On the other side, she did the same, touching herself more intensely, moaning violently. Screaming: Use me, make me yours until the libidinous nectar flowed from her pussy. She collapsed onto the bed at the exact moment my orgasm shot out.
I didn't have time to do much, stumbled into her room. Leaving my semen on the floor of the habitación, I quickly put my pants back up while doing so, and listened.
—Delicious! — And the sound of lips savoring fingers with lust.
At that moment, I discovered two things: I was crazy about my neighbor's ass, and I had gotten the wrong apartment. I entered 302, and masturbated four times in a row with the memory of the plump ass from 303.
It also turned out that our rooms were connected, that night they screwed like a pig, and from my room you could hear the palms of her lover bouncing off the madwoman's buttocks.
Slowly I got to know the neighbors, most of them being middle-class professionals, professors, some lawyers, and even a dentist. However, my neighbor turned out to be between the graduated women stretched out. I was leaving elegantly dressed, I saw it from my balcony while smoking a cigarette, with my gaze fixed on its ass, dreaming of its butt, after losing sight of it, I would make tremendous masturbation and then take a bath. I left for work. At night, I would listen to her having sex.
Days passed, and after several months, the sex was replaced by wanks. Even the sound of her vibrator could be heard. And her characteristic phrase: Make me a slut
One afternoon coincided with an Albiceleste match, during halftime, I listened to her muffled moans with the sports commentators' comments. She always wanted to have sex and had my balls boiling with lust.
Fifteen minutes into the second half, I took some beers from my refrigerator and knocked on her door.
She opened the door wearing a national team jersey, matching it with a thong, hiding between the door trying to hide the absence of her pants.
Buenas tardes..., I said nervously. I'm your neighbor, my TV broke down. Could I watch the match with you? I brought some beers.
Of course, dear, she said softly. Let me put on something more decent.
She walked towards her room, leaving the door slightly open. I discreetly opened it to see her ass in that thong walking towards her room. I closed it before she returned.
Pass through.
I went back wearing tight jeans. The emotions didn't lack during the match; her tits bounced without a bra. The first emotion came when the opposing team scored, which the goalkeeper resolved well. She hugged me. Perhaps due to the excitement, maybe because of the beers or because the gods of football made a joke. I felt her nipples on my chest; she blushed and quickly separated, embarrassed.
Luckily for me, the Celeste's goal arrived in the last minute. She got up from the couch, throwing a pillow, causing the vibrator to fall to the floor with So many fantasies had provoked in my head when I heard her masturbating. Of course she was annoyed, she ran out to her room and locked herself in. I knocked on the door but she didn't respond. -- It's normal. -- I said behind the door, you're a beautiful woman. Full of lust, I love it. -- Please leave me alone. -- Of course I wasn't going to do that, I started to stretch her ass, her tits, and told her I dreamed about her, told her about my wanks, how I got hard, how my obsession with her ass began, I didn't omit any detail in my telling. Even added more morbidness, told her how she'd like it if I had her, how much I'd love to eat that pussy and suck those tits. I started listening to her moans. Make me a slut Your cum is delicious. There I knew I should enter, killed the door and found Venus, mature, lustful, on all fours, served for me.
I approached the object of my desire, she didn't stop touching herself, I got hooked on her mature woman smell, hot and lustful, turned into a slut, wet, gave her two slaps. I told her how many times I heard that sound in my room, and how many times I wanted to fuck her.
—Take me, now I'm yours.
I moved aside her thong, started licking her butt, she used the word: pussy, putting my fingers into her hot cave, savoring her juices, enjoying her moans. I took off the thong. And in front of me were the two most delicious holes on the planet.
Savor your juices, then I decided to listen to her pleas, took her by the hips and charged at her with force.
-- You're my slut, the woman I desire.
-- I'm yours, stick that cock in me. Give me more, grab me!
I turned her over, opened her legs and kept going, seeing her enormous tits, eating them, feeling her moans, her warmth. She was like a madwoman, seeing her face of lust. With her legs tied to my waist, she arched her back and came on my cock. After that, I put her on all fours, grabbing her tits, pushing my cock into her with all my might. She moaned, I gasped.
She got up, rode me like a whole Amazon. I grabbed her ass, slapped it, bit her nipples, sucked both at the same time, took her by the waist and screwed her hard, she came again.
-- Give me your cum!
She started sucking with force, swallowing all my hardness.
-- I want to come on your tits!
She offered them to me, then filled them with cum, she licked them from her tits.
He got up, gave me a kiss and ran me out of his house. That night, his lover arrived and took her. I was dying of envy, and from that day on, I was the supplement in my lustful neighbor's bed.
Tribute.
A thin thong covered her pussy, her heels making her look like a mature and perverted professor. I brought my hand to her crotch, began to rub my cock, holding my breath, trying not to make a sound. She opened her legs slightly, started touching herself. Our movements synchronized with the rhythm of lust. I don't know what would have been the correct way to act, but I know that even if I went back in time, I would have done the same. I lowered my pants and began to masturbate more intensely. She moaned, louder each time, lost in her own fantasy.—Break me off! — Make me your slut.
I was thinking about those words, imagining they were directed at me, fantasizing about taking her hips and thrusting my cock with strong strokes. Taking her hair, making her my slut. On the other side, she did the same, touching herself more intensely, moaning violently. Screaming: Use me, make me yours until the libidinous nectar flowed from her pussy. She collapsed onto the bed at the exact moment my orgasm shot out.
I didn't have time to do much, stumbled into her room. Leaving my semen on the floor of the habitación, I quickly put my pants back up while doing so, and listened.
—Delicious! — And the sound of lips savoring fingers with lust.
At that moment, I discovered two things: I was crazy about my neighbor's ass, and I had gotten the wrong apartment. I entered 302, and masturbated four times in a row with the memory of the plump ass from 303.
It also turned out that our rooms were connected, that night they screwed like a pig, and from my room you could hear the palms of her lover bouncing off the madwoman's buttocks.
Slowly I got to know the neighbors, most of them being middle-class professionals, professors, some lawyers, and even a dentist. However, my neighbor turned out to be between the graduated women stretched out. I was leaving elegantly dressed, I saw it from my balcony while smoking a cigarette, with my gaze fixed on its ass, dreaming of its butt, after losing sight of it, I would make tremendous masturbation and then take a bath. I left for work. At night, I would listen to her having sex.
Days passed, and after several months, the sex was replaced by wanks. Even the sound of her vibrator could be heard. And her characteristic phrase: Make me a slut
One afternoon coincided with an Albiceleste match, during halftime, I listened to her muffled moans with the sports commentators' comments. She always wanted to have sex and had my balls boiling with lust.
Fifteen minutes into the second half, I took some beers from my refrigerator and knocked on her door.
She opened the door wearing a national team jersey, matching it with a thong, hiding between the door trying to hide the absence of her pants.
Buenas tardes..., I said nervously. I'm your neighbor, my TV broke down. Could I watch the match with you? I brought some beers.
Of course, dear, she said softly. Let me put on something more decent.
She walked towards her room, leaving the door slightly open. I discreetly opened it to see her ass in that thong walking towards her room. I closed it before she returned.
Pass through.
I went back wearing tight jeans. The emotions didn't lack during the match; her tits bounced without a bra. The first emotion came when the opposing team scored, which the goalkeeper resolved well. She hugged me. Perhaps due to the excitement, maybe because of the beers or because the gods of football made a joke. I felt her nipples on my chest; she blushed and quickly separated, embarrassed.
Luckily for me, the Celeste's goal arrived in the last minute. She got up from the couch, throwing a pillow, causing the vibrator to fall to the floor with So many fantasies had provoked in my head when I heard her masturbating. Of course she was annoyed, she ran out to her room and locked herself in. I knocked on the door but she didn't respond. -- It's normal. -- I said behind the door, you're a beautiful woman. Full of lust, I love it. -- Please leave me alone. -- Of course I wasn't going to do that, I started to stretch her ass, her tits, and told her I dreamed about her, told her about my wanks, how I got hard, how my obsession with her ass began, I didn't omit any detail in my telling. Even added more morbidness, told her how she'd like it if I had her, how much I'd love to eat that pussy and suck those tits. I started listening to her moans. Make me a slut Your cum is delicious. There I knew I should enter, killed the door and found Venus, mature, lustful, on all fours, served for me.
I approached the object of my desire, she didn't stop touching herself, I got hooked on her mature woman smell, hot and lustful, turned into a slut, wet, gave her two slaps. I told her how many times I heard that sound in my room, and how many times I wanted to fuck her.—Take me, now I'm yours.
I moved aside her thong, started licking her butt, she used the word: pussy, putting my fingers into her hot cave, savoring her juices, enjoying her moans. I took off the thong. And in front of me were the two most delicious holes on the planet.
Savor your juices, then I decided to listen to her pleas, took her by the hips and charged at her with force.-- You're my slut, the woman I desire.
-- I'm yours, stick that cock in me. Give me more, grab me!
I turned her over, opened her legs and kept going, seeing her enormous tits, eating them, feeling her moans, her warmth. She was like a madwoman, seeing her face of lust. With her legs tied to my waist, she arched her back and came on my cock. After that, I put her on all fours, grabbing her tits, pushing my cock into her with all my might. She moaned, I gasped.
She got up, rode me like a whole Amazon. I grabbed her ass, slapped it, bit her nipples, sucked both at the same time, took her by the waist and screwed her hard, she came again.
-- Give me your cum!
She started sucking with force, swallowing all my hardness.
-- I want to come on your tits!
She offered them to me, then filled them with cum, she licked them from her tits.
He got up, gave me a kiss and ran me out of his house. That night, his lover arrived and took her. I was dying of envy, and from that day on, I was the supplement in my lustful neighbor's bed.Tribute.
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