Male Voyeur Peeping On Sexy MILF Through The Window
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Neighbor Spots Man Spying Through Window
The summer heat clings to my skin. Sweat drips from my brow as I push the lawnmower into the garage. The sun scorches our quiet suburban street, and the scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the sweet aroma of blooming jasmine bushes.
I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and glance toward the neighbor’s house. Her house. Emma’s house.
Emma. The name alone quickens my pulse. She moved in three months ago, a woman who stirs every calm moment in our sleepy neighborhood.
Mid-forties, with curves that hug tight dresses and a smile that’s both inviting and dangerous. Her long, pointed fingernails, always painted a shimmering red, click rhythmically when she brushes them against her garden fence or unloads groceries from her car.
I’ve watched her often, secretly, from my kitchen window. Her hips sway as she strides down the sidewalk, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. She’s a woman who knows what she wants—and how to get it.
Today, her bedroom window stands open. White curtains flutter lightly in the breeze, and I catch the outline of her silhouette through the sheer fabric. My heart pounds.
I should look away. I know I should. But my feet move on their own. I creep closer, ducking behind the dense rhododendron bush separating our yards. The leaves rustle faintly as I crouch. My breath quickens. I peer through the window.
Emma stands before her large mirror, clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties. Her skin glows in the warm light of the bedside lamp. She runs her fingers through her hair, lifting it and letting it fall slowly.
Her red nails gleam as she unhooks her bra. The fabric slides off her shoulders, dropping to the floor. Her full, heavy breasts sway slightly as she moves. My mouth goes dry.
Man Strokes Himself Watching Neighbor Undress
My hand drifts to my pants, unzipping them without thought. I grip my cock, already hard, and begin to stroke slowly. The sensation jolts through me like a lightning bolt.
My eyes are glued to her, to the way she bends forward, her fingers gliding over her hips as she slips off her panties. Her pussy lips glisten faintly, smoothly shaved, and I let out a quiet gasp, struggling to control my breathing.
Suddenly, she turns her head. Her dark, piercing eyes lock onto mine. My heart stops. I freeze, my hand still on my cock, unable to move.
She smiles. Not a kind smile. A smile that says, I’ve got you. She saunters to the window, her hips swaying with every step. Her red nails tap lightly against the window frame. “Well, neighbor,” she says, her voice soft but edged with steel.
“Like what you see?”
I try to speak, to say anything, but my throat tightens. My hand jerks back as if burned. She raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mocking grin. “Come inside,” she says, pointing a long nail toward her front door. “We need to talk.”
My legs tremble as I stand. I nearly trip over the bush as I stumble toward her door. My cock still throbs, half-hard in my pants. I knock, and she opens almost instantly. She’s now wearing a silky robe that barely covers her curves.
The fabric clings to her skin, highlighting every contour. “Come,” she says, leading me into the living room. The room smells of her perfume, heavy and floral, with a hint of musk. She points to an armchair. “Sit.”
MILF Punishes Man With Teasing Handjob
I sink into the chair, my hands sweaty. She stands before me, one hand on her hip, the other toying with a strand of hair.
“You were watching me,” she says, her voice calm but dangerous. “That’s not very polite, is it?” I stammer an apology, but she raises a finger, silencing me. “Oh, I don’t forgive that easily,” she says, stepping closer. Her nails graze my cheek, cool and smooth. “You’ll be punished.”
Before I can react, she kneels in front of me. Her hands, swift and skilled, open my pants. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing. She laughs softly, a low, throaty sound.
“So eager,” she murmurs. Her fingers, with those gleaming red nails, wrap around my shaft. She squeezes lightly, just enough to make me groan. “This is your punishment,” she says. “You come when I say. Not before.”
She starts milking me. Her hand moves slowly, agonizingly slow, up and down. Her nails scrape lightly against my skin, a tingling pain that blends with pleasure. I gasp, my hips twitching involuntarily. She stops, right as I feel the tension building inside me.
“Oh no,” she whispers, her lips close to my ear. Her breath is warm, smelling of mint. “Not yet.” She waits until my breathing steadies before continuing. Her fingers slide again, faster now, then slower.
She toys with me, bringing me to the edge repeatedly, only to stop. My hands grip the armrests. Sweat trickles down my back. I moan, nearly begging, but she just laughs.
“You deserve this,” she says. “Voyeurs must suffer.”
Sexy Neighbor Intensifies Punishment With Relentless Tease and Denial
Minutes pass, maybe hours. I lose track of time. My world narrows to her hands, her nails, her mocking smile. She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the robe’s fabric, and I see the hard peaks of her nipples.
She notices my gaze and pulls the robe open, letting it fall to the floor. “Like this?” she asks, as her hand grips my cock tighter. I nod, unable to speak. She brings me to the edge again, then stops. I gasp, my body trembling.
“Please,” I manage to choke out. She shakes her head.
“Punishment,” she says simply.
Her fingers dance over my shaft, alternating between feather-light touches and firm strokes. Each time I think release is near, she pauses, her nails grazing the sensitive tip, sending shivers through me.
My chest heaves, my breath ragged. The scent of her perfume fills my lungs, mixing with the salty tang of our sweat. Her eyes never leave mine, watching every twitch, every desperate clench of my jaw. She leans in, her lips brushing my ear.
“You thought you could watch me and get away with it?” she murmurs. Her voice is velvet, but it cuts like a blade. My cock throbs painfully, begging for release, but she denies it, again and again.
My fingers dig into the chair, the leather creaking under my grip. I’m a mess of need, shame, and desire, and she knows it.
Sexy MILF Rides Horny Man To Climax
Finally, after an eternity of torment, she stands. Her eyes glint with triumph.
“Enough playing,” she says. She pushes me back in the chair and climbs onto my lap. Her pussy lips brush my cock, wet and warm. I groan loudly. She grabs my face with both hands, her nails digging slightly into my cheeks.
“You’ll be good now,” she says, and before I can respond, she lowers herself onto me. Her tightness engulfs me, hot and slick. I gasp, my hands clutching her hips. She rides me, slowly at first, then faster.
Her breasts bounce, her nails rake across my chest. The scent of her perfume overwhelms me, blending with the musk of our bodies.
She moves rhythmically, her hips circling, driving me wild. “Tell me how much you want it,” she whispers. I stammer, groaning. “I want you,” I gasp. She smiles, her eyes blazing.
“Then take what you’ve earned,” she says, speeding up. I feel the pressure building, unstoppable this time. She doesn’t stop. She rides me hard, her pussy gripping my cock, her nails digging into my shoulders.
My climax surges and I cry out, coming inside her, hot and pulsing. She gasps, her hips still moving, milking every drop from me.
She climbs off, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “That was your punishment,” she says, slipping her robe back on. “Now go home.” I stumble out of her house, my legs weak, my mind foggy. The scent of her perfume lingers on me as I close my door behind me.
