Neighbor’s Raw Fuck: My Dripping Cunt Couldn’t Wait

Phone buzzes sharp at nine. Heart slams. It’s Jean-Luc, voice thick from yesterday’s peep show. ‘Marthe, that was fucking magic. I’m coming over.’ Shame floods me, but my pussy twitches. ‘No, Jean-Luc, I’m just an old granny in daylight.’ Bullshit. He cuts me off. ‘Eleven sharp, babe. Bringing bubbly.’ Click. I’m soaked already.

Stand frozen by the bed in my nightie. Then bath time. Steam rises, I scrub every inch, imagining his hands. Hair up in a sleek chignon, blonde platinum shining. Black velvet choker with that gem. Satin teddy clings, tits free underneath, nipples poking. Sheer black stockings, no garters, spike heels. No panties—cunt bare, ready. Mirror lies: 75? Fuck no, I’m a vixen.

The Approach

Eleven buzz. Intercom whispers, ‘It’s me.’ Door clicks open. Sneak him in, finger to lips. ‘Nosy bitch next door watches everything.’ Vestibule shadows. His eyes devour me. Breath catches.

Arms crush me. Lips crash, tongues battle sloppy. Moans escape. Hands slide down, hike satin over plump ass. Skin silk. Fingers probe crack, tease asshole, dive into dripping slit. ‘Fuck, you’re flooded.’ I grind thigh on thigh, his bulge iron. He palms my cock through pants. Shove two fingers deep—cunt, ass. Legs buckle. Scream rips out as I cum hard, juices squirting. Walls better be thick.

Eyes lock, mine teary bliss. ‘God, so long… Take me.’ But first, showtime. I perch opposite, legs tucked. Peel teddy, nipple out, tweak it. Hand snakes under, thighs part. ‘So wet for you. Fuck me after.’ Voice husky: ‘Show your cock. Hard?’

He drops trou, rod stiff like a club, foreskin peeled. Jerks slow, balls cupped. I swing leg over armrest, spread wide. Fat thighs frame shaved pussy. Fingers split lips, plunge in, out, slick sounds fill room. We stare, frenzy building.

‘Gonna cum!’ He lunges, jets thick ropes—pussy, thighs streaked white on black nylons, teddy splattered, tit glazed. Kneel dives in. Tongue laps our mess, sucks fingers, rims ass. I buck wild, second orgasm crashes.

The Explosion

Up fast, cock slams home. Legs over shoulders, chair cradles me. Pound deep, volcano grip. ‘Fuck your old whore! Deeper! Breed my hole!’ Grab his heavy balls, squeeze. ‘Dump it!’ He erupts, flooding me. Pumped dry. Collapse, suckle tits—olives hard, areolas dark. Bite, she moans, fingers back in cunt.

‘Bed, now.’ Strip him. Grab champagne. ‘Guzzle like sluts.’ Nude but stockings, choker. She strokes semi-hard cock. I finger-fuck her, ass tip. Gulp bubbly, her hand pumps me rigid.

Backboard pose. Neck bottle into stretched cunt—glug fills her. Flip, ass up. Mouth seals, suck fizz-champagne-cum mix. Divine. Snowball her mouth, eyes roll ecstasy.

Hours blur: suck, fuck, fist cunts, rim. Savage, shameless.

Twilight filters. Sated in sheets, his hand strokes my tousled hair. Naked but choker. ‘Make me your vicious slut. Anything.’ Eyes glow. Phone vibrates ignored—his perfume hits, musky cologne mixing sweat, cum, my rose scent. Bliss.

He dresses. Kiss door. Back to neighbor waves. Secret locked. Stranger again, till next itch.