My Neighbor Obsession

I live right next door and every single day I watch him from my window. The way his arms flex when he takes out the trash. The outline of that thick cock pressing against his sweatpants when he waters the lawn. I am the hot girl next door and I have been gooning for his cock longer than I care to admit.

This morning I woke up already soaked. My fingers slid straight between my thighs before I even opened my eyes. I was thinking about him again. About how I would drop to my knees the second he stepped onto my porch. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, slipped on the tightest gray top I own, and let the straps fall off my shoulders just enough to show the soft curve of my tits. Black thong barely covering anything. I wanted him to see me like this. I needed him to see me like this.

I left my front door cracked open on purpose. When I heard his footsteps on the sidewalk I leaned against the doorframe, one hand playing with the end of my bun, the other resting low on my hip so my fingers could brush the thin fabric of my thong. He slowed down. His eyes locked on me. I smiled the way only a girl who has been edging for hours can smile.

“Hey neighbor,” I said, voice already husky. “I think I left something at your place last week. Mind if I come grab it?”

He followed me inside. The second the door shut I turned around and pressed my body against his. My soft tits smashed into his chest. I could feel that cock already starting to swell against my stomach. I reached down and squeezed it through his pants.

“Fuck, you are already hard for me,” I whispered. “I have been touching myself all morning thinking about this exact cock.”

On My Knees for Neighbor Cock

I dropped to my knees right there in the entryway. My hands shook as I freed him. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. The kind of cock that makes a girl go stupid. I licked the underside from base to tip, tasting the salt of him, then opened wide and took as much as I could. My eyes watered. I did not care. I was a gooner for this cock and I was finally getting to worship it the way I had fantasized about for months.

He groaned and grabbed my bun, using it to guide my head. I let him. I wanted him to use my throat. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. I looked up at him with watery eyes while I gagged on every inch. When he finally pulled me off I was gasping and smiling like a complete slut.

“Take me to the floor,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me right here on the tile while I look up at you.”

He pushed me down. I spread my legs wide, already dripping onto the floor. He rubbed the fat head of his cock against my clit a few times, teasing me until I was whimpering, then pushed in slow. Stretching me open. Filling every empty place inside me. I moaned so loud the neighbors three doors down probably heard it.

He fucked me hard. Deep. Owning every thrust. My tits bounced and my chain necklace slapped against my collarbone. I kept my eyes locked on his while I came, clenching around him and crying out his name. He pulled out and stroked that shiny cock until thick ropes of cum landed across my stomach, my tits, even up to my chin. I scooped some up with two fingers and sucked it clean while he watched.

I am the hot girl next door. I am a gooner for cock. And now that I have tasted him I will never stop craving more.