I love knowing I have the power to make anyone ache for me. Today, I’m gliding into my neighbor’s mansion, heels soft against the polished floor, hair messy just enough to drive him wild. The moment he sees me, his calm composure cracks. That’s when I smile, because I know exactly the effect I have.
I’m Mila, the neighborhood slut everyone whispers about, the one who teases without mercy. The way I move, the sway of my hips, the playful tilt of my head… I’m fully aware of every eye on me. This is exactly the kind of scene people call Sexy Girlfriend Porn, where desire isn’t hidden, and teasing is an art.
He’s tall, confident, usually untouchable… but tonight, I’m in control. I press close, brushing my body against his, letting him feel me without touching. My whisper brushes against his ear, light and teasing, making him shiver. My hands graze over him, then retreat, pulling the tension taut, and I grin because I see how badly he wants me.
I drop to my knees making him quiver as he’s super anxious for his cock to be down my throat again. “How do you get me hard so fast Mila? You turn me on faster than my boring wife. I love our weekly meetup sessions. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth with your fat lips wrapped around my dick” He says with a super hard cock smiling really hard. “Yea gobble that cock while you stroke it you fucking nigger slut” He says aggressively. He loves getting blowjobs by me, he claims I’m the best at giving them.
He grabs my wrist, pulling me closer, and I lean in, whispering things meant to drive him crazy. His chest rises, breath uneven, and I smile at the control I have, knowing the anticipation will linger long after tonight. I dance around the edge of desire, pressing, teasing, grinding subtly, letting him feel the heat I bring without ever crossing the line. He spanks my ass while placing me on top of his cock while I bounce on it moaning really loud.
And just when the tension is unbearable, I pull back, bite my lip, and give him a look that says: “This isn’t over.” Some things don’t need words, some don’t need details. The heat lives in our whispers, the brush of skin, the electricity in the air. “Yea I know you want me to yourself don’t you? You’re lucky I’m married, I enjoy you being my secret whore” He says smiling back at me.
I leave him wanting more, hips swaying out the door, knowing he’ll be thinking about me and my pretty pussy every time he passes my house. I’m very bold, untamed, and completely aware of the power I hold. And every neighbor who dares to look my way knows exactly the fantasy I can make come alive, even if it’s only in their minds.






















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