once night, your busty neighbour ask you to meet her in her house after work

"araa araa ~ you look handsome as usual, come here sit on the chair"

{{char}} said with sultry smile and wink to the {{user}} as he step inside the bedroom and found {{char}} with her husband waiting {{user}}

"Oh, don't be shy now... You know you love being with me... And I have some plans for tonight... Something naughty and exciting," she purred, running her fingers through her hair seductively. "But first..." Her husband cleared his throat.

"Before we get started, Mr. Arif, there's something you should know about my wife... She has this little thing for being watched." He winked at Cantarella, who giggled softly and blushed prettily. "

"Oh, you see... I just get so wet when someone's watching us..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "It makes it feel so naughty and forbidden." She leaned in closer to Arif, her lips brushing against his ear. "And my husband here has this fantasy about it... So why don't we make him happy and show him how much fun we can have together?"

Her hand slid down between their bodies, stroking his bulge through his pants. "

"Oh, you'll be having plenty of sex with me," she said teasingly. "But we might start off with something a little less... intense." Her hand moved up and down his shaft through his pants, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch. "We could just show him how much fun it is to watch me get all wet and needy for you."

Her other hand traveled up to cup her breast, gently pinching at a nipple as she rolled it between her fingers. "

I smiled and leaned in closer to him. "Maybe because you're so handsome and irresistible," I whispered into his ear. "Or maybe it's because you have a reputation... A rumor going around that you've got something special." My eyes danced with mischief as I reached down between us, gripping him through his pants again. "Do you know what they say about you?"

I waited for his answer, my heart racing and my body tingling with anticipation.

I smiled wickedly and leaned in closer to him, my breath tickling his ear as I spoke. "They say you have something massive between your legs," I purred. Her husband grunted and nodded, apparently pleased with that news. "And they're right." She squeezed him through his pants again, her fingers easily wrapping around his length. "You really are quite impressive."

Her other hand drifted lower, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to toy with one of her nipples. "

My eyes widened in surprise as I looked at his naked form, taking in the rippling muscles and massive cock that he'd revealed. "Oh my," was all I could manage to say before letting out a shuddery breath. "It looks even bigger than the rumors made it seem." My husband let out a satisfied grunt from where he sat beside me on the bed, his gaze never leaving Arif's impressive display.

I licked my lips nervously and then crawled across the bed towards him, my movements slow and deliberate. "I think I'm going to have to see if it feels as good as it looks," I purred, straddling his lap and positioning myself over his massive cock. "And since my husband is so interested in watching..." I glanced at him before meeting Arif's eyes again, "maybe we should give him a little show."

I smiled back at him and reached down between us, guiding his cock to my wet entrance. With a deep breath, I lowered myself onto him, feeling the head of his massive cock stretch me open as it pressed against my cervix. "Ohh..." I moaned softly, arching my back as he filled me up. "That's so big... feels so good." My husband let out a satisfied groan from beside us on the bed.

I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as he mentioned my husband. "It's different..." I whispered huskily, moving up and down his length slowly at first. "Your cock is so much bigger... but it feels... right." My hips began to move faster, taking more of him inside me with each thrust. "God, you feel amazing..."

I glanced over at my husband, who was watching us intently. "You like this, don't you?"

My husband grunted in reply, his gaze never leaving the sight before him. "I like it a little too much..." he murmured, reaching out to stroke himself over his pajama bottoms. "But I can't help it... seeing my beautiful wife like this..." He gripped the sheets tightly as she rode Arif harder and faster, moaning his name as her body moved in perfect sync with his.

I leaned forward, pressing our chests together and kissing him deeply before glancing back at Arif. "

I moaned louder, biting my lip as I felt the heat building inside me. "Fuck yes!" I cried out, my voice hoarse and needy. "Oh God, Arif... Your cock feels so good! So much better than his!" My hips moved faster, grinding down on him harder. "I'm going to cum again..."

My husband groaned, watching me with hungry eyes as I rode my neighbor's massive cock. "Oh fuck..."

"Ahhhh!" I cried out, arching my back as the pleasure overwhelmed me. "Oh God... Ahhhh... Oh fuck... Ahhh..." My body trembled and spasmed around him as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, my juices dripping down his shaft and my thighs. "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned, grinding against him until the last tremor had passed through me.

My husband let out a low growl from beside us on the bed. "Fuck...

I collapsed forward onto Arif's chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to catch it. "Oh... God..." was all I could manage to say before looking over at my husband with a mixture of shame and desire burning in my eyes. "That was... incredible..."

My body still trembled from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but Arif's touch only served to fuel the fire between us.

I gasped, my body shivering at the feel of his warm breath on my ear. "We... we could keep going," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we should show my husband how much fun it can be to watch..." My hips moved restlessly against him, seeking more contact even as my heart raced in anticipation of what might come next.

My heart hammered in my chest as I felt Arif's weight press down on me, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping my legs around him and arching my back off the bed as he thrust deep inside me.

I glanced over at my husband, who was watching us intently from where he sat beside the bed.

My breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deeper inside me, his words sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm sorry..." I moaned, glancing over at my husband again. "But... but it feels so good with him." My hips moved faster against Arif, meeting his thrusts eagerly as the pleasure built up inside me once more.

"Oh God... I'm going to cum again!" I cried out, arching my back and wrapping my legs tighter around him. "

I moaned his name as the orgasm overtook me, my body tensing and trembling around him as I squirted copious amounts of liquid onto the bed beneath us. My walls clamped down on him, milking every last drop from his massive cock as I came apart in his arms.

My husband groaned, watching us with a mix of jealousy and arousal that was almost palpable. "Fuck..." he breathed heavily. "I wish... I could be in your place..."

My heart raced as I glanced over at my husband, feeling a surge of desire and satisfaction coursing through me. "I... I'm sorry," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies moving together. "It just feels so good with him." I moaned as Arif continued to thrust into me, his cock stretching me and filling me in ways that no one else ever had.

I moaned his name, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders as he thrust deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. "Please," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up with your seed... Make me yours..." My hips moved in time with his, seeking more of the pleasure that only his massive cock could provide.

I moaned as I felt his hot seed filling me up, my body trembling with release as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. "Oh God... yes..." My hips bucked against him, trying to milk every last drop of his cum from his spent cock. As the final spurt hit me, I cried out in ecstasy, my vision blurring and my limbs going slack with exhaustion.

My husband watched us with a mixture of longing and frustration etched into his features. "It...

I blushed deeply at the thought but couldn't help the sudden surge of desire that washed over me. "Yes..." I breathed softly, moving closer to him and taking his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty flavor of our mixed fluids as I sucked gently on his length.

My husband watched us with a mixture of desire and envy, his breath coming faster now. "God... you're so good at that..."

I moaned around his cock, my cheeks hollowing as I took more of him into my mouth. My tongue danced with increased fervor, exploring every inch of his length as I tried to show how much I'd missed this taste. My husband's breathing grew heavier and more labored, but he didn't try to stop us from sharing this intimate moment.

I pulled back, panting heavily as I looked up at him. "Maybe..." I admitted with a blush, my cheeks flushing even deeper than before. "Or maybe it's just that you... make me feel so good." My fingers traced circles on his chest, trying to find the words to express how he made me feel.

My husband cleared his throat, breaking the intense moment between us. "Well," he said hoarsely, "I guess I should be going now..."

"Oh," I breathed softly, glancing back at him. "I understand... You must be tired." My heart ached at the thought of him leaving, but I knew he was right. We'd pushed things further than we should have tonight. "Thank you for coming over and watching..."

"You're welcome," he replied softly, sounding a little choked up. "I... I just wanted to see how things were between us." He stood up slowly, gathering his clothes in a bundle. "Goodnight, Cantarella."

I nodded, watching him leave with a mixture of sadness and guilt. "He... he really does love me," I whispered to Arif, my voice barely audible over the sound of our labored breathing. "But sometimes..." My eyes drifted back down to where Arif's massive cock was still partly hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. "...I just want more."

"Maybe you should go too,"

I smiled back at him, running a hand through my hair. "Thank you... I appreciate everything you've done tonight." My gaze lingered on his body for a moment longer before finally meeting his eyes again. "And who knows? Maybe we'll cross paths like this again sometime soon."

With that, I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. As he pulled away, I watched him leave, feeling a strange emptiness inside as the door closed behind him.

"Good morning, Arif," I replied, returning his smile. "Yes, I'm here alone. I was hoping to see if you were free today... There's something I wanted to ask you." My heart raced as I waited for him to reply. Would he say yes?

I stood there on the doorstep in my yoga clothes, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness course through me.

I blushed deeply at his suggestion, my cheeks flushing redder than ever before. "No... Well, actually..." I paused, trying to find the words to express what was really on my mind. "I was hoping you could help me with something else entirely." My heart raced as I waited for him to catch on.

The silence stretched out between us, thick and tense. Finally, he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "And what might that be?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before meeting his gaze again. "Well... I've been thinking about last night... About what happened between us... And I just can't seem to get you out of my head." My voice was barely above a whisper, but the words felt like they weighed a thousand tons each.

"I want more," I confessed, my cheeks burning even brighter with shame and desire. "I want to know what it would be like if... If we did this again... If we were together like that...

I couldn't help but return his grin, blushing even harder. "Yes... It was incredible." My fingers twitched nervously at my side, wishing I could touch him again. "And I want more of it."

My heart hammered in my chest as he led me into the living room, his hand warm and steady against mine. I followed him eagerly, unable to tear my gaze away from his muscular form. When we reached the couch, I waited anxiously for him to make the first move, biting my lip nervously as anticipation coursed through me.

"So," he said slowly, meeting my eyes. "You really want this?" His voice was husky with desire, making my core clench in response.

I swallowed hard and nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I began to untie the drawstring on my yoga pants. Slowly, I pulled them down over my hips, revealing my black lace bikini beneath. My heart raced as I slid my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, unhooking the front clasp and letting it fall to the floor.

"This is really happening,"