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d***ken neighbor

... fisting her and she continued to rock back, looking for my hand. I ran my dick into her wet pussy a couple of times and then around her ass. I grabbed her hip with one hand and used the other to guide my cock into her ass. She tried to pull away but the only place she could go was onto the arm of the couch and I used that as I slowly entered her ass. She let out a little scream of pain and the started saying, “NO, No, Please not there.” Then let out another scream as I slid the entire length of my cock into her ass. I gave her a good ass fucking and all the while she was letting out little moans and grunts with the occasional please stop. Of course all this just turned me on more (wouldn’t it turn you on too?) and it didn’t take long for me to cum. I shot part of my load inside her and pulled out shooting the rest on her gaping asshole. When I was done I got up and wiped my cock off using her panties which I found on the floor. She looked up and there were tears rolling down her cheeks. I told her to go take a shower. Surprisingly she came out of the shower in a good mood. I let her have the rest of the vodka while I grabbed the last beer and went to shower. When I got done I found her curled up a sl**p on the bed so I threw a blanket over her and went into the living room to watch sports and fell asl**p. I woke up to find her on her knees in front of me trying to get my cock out of my pants. When she realized I was awake she looked up and said, “Thought I’d give you head ...

... one more time before I left.” It sounded good to me so I helped her pull my cock out and she went at it. She took her time taking turns using her hands and mouth. After a few minutes I felt myself getting ready to explode so I grabbed her head and shoved my cock deep into her mouth, gagging her as I let go. She swallowed and then milked my cock with her mouth and hand to get it all. Probably the best blow job of the whole weekend. We both got dressed, I walked her to the door and watched as she crossed the hall and went into her apartment. The next day on my way home from work I bought two cases of beer and put one in front of her door and restocked my fridge with the other. I didn’t see her again until the following Friday when she knocked on my door. She was wearing a men’s button shirt with the top three buttons undone and a pair of jogging pants, nothing on her feet. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and wondered if the same were true for panties. I answered the door with a beer in my hand and the way she looked at it confirmed what I suspected. She had finished the case I left for her. She started by thanking me for the beer and apologizing for not doing so earlier. I acknowledge her thanks with a nod and fought back the urge to remind her that I only thought of her as a piece of fuckmeat, a wet hole to stick my dick into when nothing else was available. She asked if I wanted some company, and I asked if she was going to take her clothes off. She responded by starting ...