Movement flashed from my peripheral and I saw Mrs. Patterson right in the center of the window, clearly trying to get an even better view of my cock. So much that. . .she didn’t even care if she got caught.
Do you see my cock? Do you like how it looks? Do you wish you were Teyonah?
My gaze returned to Teyonah and locked on her.
“Finally.” I began to stroke myself in front of Teyonah, Mrs. Patterson, and anybody else that was up tonight and had a good view.
Hot anticipation surged with each slow pull of my hand.
It was exquisite agony.
“Mmm.” I groaned, my body aching with the need to mark Teyonah.
I yearned to desecrate that flawless skin with my release, to watch it slide down the curves of her breasts like hot white wax dripping down a temple idol. The thought of claiming her that way—pristine brown flesh defiled by my essence—made primal madness brutally twist inside me.
I sneered at her. “Look at my cock.”
Teyonah obliged.
“You’ve been teasing it since I moved in.”
A wicked smirk spread across her lusty face.
“Bad Mommy. I should make you suck on it first.”
“You know I will, baby.”
“Mmm.”
“Mommy could suck it good.”
“Fuckkkk.”
More movement came again at the side.
Mrs. Patterson now had her head pressed against the window’s glass.
So horny and ready to bust, I angled my cock toward Mrs. Patterson to let her see what she could never have.
There you go, so you don’t have to squint. Look at this.
My fist worked over my cock in vicious strokes, each twist of my wrist drawing a groan from somewhere deep and primal. I caught the movement in the shadows—the nosy woman’s eyes watching—and my body responded instantly, hardening even further until it was goddamn unbearable.
Yet, I slowed my pace, putting on a show now, letting Teyonah and our neighbor see how I liked to torture myself, and ready my cock for my woman.
How I hovered at that razor's edge between ecstasy and agony.
Then, Teyonah yanked me out of control. “Stop playing with yourself, baby. Fuck, Mommy.”
“Dear Goddd.” I let go of my cock, put a firm grip on her hips, and aligned my cock at her wet, throbbing entrance. “You want this cock, Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me good, baby.” A low moan slipped from her lips as I pushed my cock deep into her, and those soaked inner walls parted for me, welcoming my cock with a wet, velvety warmth that had my head spinning.
“Oh, God, Mommy. Your pussy is so tight.” I groaned low and fell forward, burying my face in her neck.
