Intense Lust in the Neighborhood: My Old Man's ...

My Old Man's Endless Lust can't get enough of her 60-year-old neighbor's relentless stamina and thick, throbbing cock. It's been months since that first wild afternoon when the old man from next door turned me into his personal cumslut. At 18, I never imagined I'd crave an old guy's cock like this, but here I am, addicted to every filthy thing he does to me. He's in his 60s, with a body that's soft and wrinkled, but damn, he's a fuck machine. His stamina is unreal? I've seen younger guys tap out after one round, but he goes for hours, pounding me like a relentless piston. It's like his age has made him hornier, more insatiable. He fucks me raw, hard, and deep, and I can't get enough. Lying to my parents has become second nature just to sneak over to his place. They think I'm hanging out with friends or studying at the library, but really, I'm spreading my legs for him, begging for his thick, veiny cock. My boobs are a full D-cup, perky and firm, with pink nipples that get rock hard when he teases them. He loves them? Obsessed, really. Every time we're together, he can't keep his hands or mouth off them. He'll grope them roughly, squeezing and kneading until they're red and sore, then suck on them like he's starving. He'll latch onto a nipple, biting and pulling with his teeth, making me yelp in that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, I told my parents I was going to a study group at a friend's house. It was a lie, of course? But then, out of nowhere, he had me pinned against the wall, yanking up my top to expose my boobs. He fondled them greedily, pinching my nipples until I moaned. "Fuck, these tits are perfect. So soft and bouncy. I'm gonna suck them dry." He dragged me to the living room couch, pushing me down and straddling my waist. His mouth descended on my left breast, sucking hard while his hand mauled the right one. I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple, then his teeth grazing it, sending shocks straight to my clit. He switched sides, biting down just enough to make me gasp, his spit coating my skin. "You love this, don't you? Being my tit-sucking whore." I nodded frantically, grinding my hips against him. His cock was already hard, straining through his pants, thick monster that needed no stimulation. He fucked me raw, hard, and deep, and I couldn't get enough. Lying to my parents has become second nature just to sneak over to his place. They think I'm hanging out with friends or studying at the library, but really, I'm spreading my legs for him, begging for his thick, veiny cock. My boobs are a full D-cup, perky and firm, with pink nipples that get rock hard when he teases them. He loves them? Obsessed, really. Every time we're together, he can't keep his hands or mouth off them. He'll grope them roughly, squeezing and kneading until they're red and sore, then suck on them like he's starving. He'll latch onto a nipple, biting and pulling with his teeth, making me yelp in that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted. One afternoon, when we were together, he pulled me up and shoveed me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. His cock throbed against my thigh, pulsating with life and energy. It's a raw, primal sensation that sends shivers down my spine. I love it, that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cle

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