Neighborly Cock Control

 

That horny neighbor of mine—we’ve had our eye contact moments. The dirty dog! He thinks he’s so sneaky, peeping through his curtains as I tease him from my window.

Well, it’s time to teach this pervert a lesson.

Wearing my tightest, shortest dress—the one that leaves nothing to the imagination—I sauntered next door. The smirk on his face said it all. He knew he was in for a treat. Or so he thought.I invited him into my lair, closed the door, and locked it. Then, it was time for the main event.

I pushed him against the wall, his eyes darting with anticipation. Without a word, I hiked up my dress, revealing my wet panties. “You like what you see, neighbor?” I purred.

He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I could tell he was terrified, but the prospect of transgression excited him.

I licked my lips, taking control. “You’re mine now,” I whispered, reaching for his pants.

His hands were shaking as I undressed him, and once his cock was free, I gripped it tightly. I could feel his desperation, his need to flee and yet something kept him rooted.I sat on his lap, impaling myself on his erect member. Riding him hard, I ground my hips, reclaiming my power. His hands reached for my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer.But I was the one in charge. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “You’re my little bitch now,” I hissed, setting a relentless pace, using his body for my pleasure.

He was putty in my hands, a willing participant in his own humiliation. And I intended to enjoy every minute of it.

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