Naughty neighbor sex right in the backseat!

Naughty neighbor sex with my married neighbor

Naughty neighbor sex was not even on my mind today.  I was already running late for work again.  My old jalopy of a truck had finally given up the ghost and was in the shop. Thankfully, Ken, my handsome but married neighbor, had offered to give me a ride until I could get my car back. I was a bit nervous about the whole arrangement. However, I was grateful for his help. Ken was in his late 50s, with salt-and-pepper hair and a ruggedly handsome face.  He was always so kind and generous, and I couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in my tummy whenever he was around.  I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him as we drove along the winding country roads. His strong hands gripped the steering wheel, and his eyes were focused on the road ahead.

As air blew through a cracked window, I couldn’t help but feel a little turned on. The car was small, and I could feel the heat radiating off of Ken’s body. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Ken must have noticed because he gave me a knowing smile. “Is everything okay, Mallory?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just a little tight in here.” Ken chuckled. “I can help with that,” he said, reaching over and placing his hand on my thigh. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “What are you doing?” I asked my voice barely above a whisper. “Just giving you a little relief,” he said, his fingers slowly inching up my thigh.

Things were getting heated with my naughty neighbor.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan that was building in my throat. Before I knew it, naughty neighbor sex was a thought that flooded my mind.  Ken’s fingers had found their way to my pussy, and he was slowly stroking me through my panties. I gasped, my body arching towards his touch.  “Fuck, Ken,” I moaned, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing to me?” Ken chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous movements. “Just enjoying the view,” he said, his eyes never leaving the road. Unable to take it anymore, I needed more and him. I reached over and grabbed his hand, guiding it further up my thigh. Ken’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t resist. “Pull over,” I commanded, my voice hoarse with desire. Ken didn’t hesitate, pulling the car over to the side of the road.

As soon as the car came to a stop, I was on him. I straddled his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders as I kissed him with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. Ken groaned, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew I needed to have it inside me.

Naughty neighbor sex on the side of the road.

I quickly undid his pants, freeing his thick cock. I moaned as I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him slowly. “Fuck, Mallory,” Ken groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re so fucking hot.” I didn’t respond, too caught up in the moment of naughty neighbor sex. I positioned myself over his cock, teasing him with the tip before slowly sinking onto him. We both moaned as he filled me up, stretching me most deliciously.  I started to ride him, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Ken’s hands gripped my hips, helping me move faster. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

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