Lena lounged on the couch, one leg dangling over the armrest as she scrolled through her phone. The sexy teen was clad only in a tiny tank top and shorts, her auburn hair falling in loose waves around her face. She heard the doorbell ring and smirked to herself, setting her phone aside. She knew exactly who it would be – Mr. Johnson from next door, the one she’d been teasing for weeks now. She sauntered over to the door, making sure to put an extra sway in her hips. When she opened it, Mr. Johnson stood there, eyes widening as he took in the sight of her barely clad body. “Hi Mr. Johnson,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe. “Can I help you with something?” He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep his eyes on her face. “Uh, hi Lena,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I was just wondering if you needed any help with anything around the house. I noticed your garden could use some attention.” Lena laughed, reaching out to trail a finger down his chest. “Oh I’m sure you’d love to get your hands on my garden,” she teased, batting her lashes coyly. “But I have something else in mind for you to attend to first.” She stepped back, holding the door open wider. “Why don’t you come inside and we can discuss it further?” she offered, voice dripping with innuendo. Mr. Johnson didn’t need to be told twice, stepping into the house eagerly. Lena closed the door behind him, turning to face him with a predatory grin. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she purred, stalking towards him like a lioness. “I know you want this body, that you’ve been dying to fuck me since the moment you first laid eyes on me.” She pressed herself against him, grinding her hips into his crotch. “Isn’t that right?” she whispered, nipping at his earlobe. Mr. Johnson groaned, hands coming up to grip her hips. “Fuck Lena,” he panted, already rock hard in his pants. “You have no idea how badly I want to ruin this tight little cunt.” Lena grinned, pulling back just enough to start undoing his belt. “Then what are you waiting for, old man?” she teased, shoving his pants down. “Show me what that big daddy cock can do.” Mr. Johnson needed no further encouragement, grabbing her roughly and spinning them around to pin her against the wall. Lena moaned at the treatment, arching into him eagerly. “Fucking take me,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Show me what this old dog can do with this young pussy.” And with that, Mr. Johnson obliged, plunging into her with one hard thrust. Lena screamed at the sensation, nails raking down his back as he began to pound into her relentlessly. “Fuck yes,” she gasped, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Just like that, daddy. Use this pussy like the little cocksleeve I am!” Mr. Johnson complied enthusiastically, slamming into her over and over again until she was screaming her pleasure for the whole neighborhood to hear. He finished with a roar, flooding her cunt with his seed as she milked him for every last drop. When it was over, they collapsed together on the floor, panting and covered in sweat. Lena grinned up at him, already feeling her lust building again. “So what do you say, daddy?” she purred, reaching down to stroke his softening cock. “Ready for round two?”