Caught you peeking again, huh neighbor?

First pic — me standing right in my yard, white crop top stretched tight over these heavy tits, denim shorts riding up my thick thighs and hugging this fat ass. Braids swinging, lips glossy, eyes daring you to look longer. I know you’ve been watching from your window every time I come out to “sunbathe” or water the plants. Today the blinds are open wide… and I’m putting on your personal show.

Wrap that hand around your cock right now. Slow. Just glide over the head. Match the sway of my hips in that photo. Up… down… feel that throb build… then stop. Hands off. That’s how we start every goon session with the girl next door.

We’re not rushing tonight. We’re going deep. Hours of edging. No cumming allowed unless I say so… and I probably won’t.

Scroll down. Second photo — me sitting on the grass, legs parted just enough, crop top riding up, shorts barely containing these curves, curly braids spilling everywhere, staring straight at you like I can see your hand moving. Imagine I’m right there, window to window, whispering: “Stroke faster, baby… but don’t you dare finish. Edge for Ebony. Leak for Ebony. Break for Ebony.”

Edge one: stare at my cleavage and those braids in the standing pic. Pump 60 times — slow, deliberate — then freeze. Whisper my name each time you stop: “Ebony… please… Ebony…”

Edge two: zoom in on me sitting, thighs spread, ass spilling out of those shorts. Picture me crawling closer to the fence, pressing my tits against the wood, nipples poking through the thin white fabric, telling you to squeeze the base hard and count to forty while the ache spreads. Your balls are already heavy, aren’t they? Swollen. Desperate. Mine now.

Edge three… four… five… keep climbing. No mercy. Just endless dripping, twitching, brain-fogging need. By edge twenty you’ll be humping your fist like a needy puppy. By edge forty you’ll be moaning my name into the dark, begging the slut next door to let you explode.

But good boys don’t cum without permission. And permission? That’s only if you impress me… and right now you’re just another leaky neighbor addicted to my body.