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I kicked off my day clothes, tossing them on the floor like I didn’t care. Tonight’s show was all for him… my favorite rich neighbor who made me blush every time he smirked. I ran my fingers over my soft pink lingerie, letting the lace tickle my skin, and smiled at how perfect it looked.
He was already in the living room, drink in hand, and I sauntered over, hips swaying just the way I knew drove him crazy. My heels clicked on the floor, and I could practically hear his eyes following me. “I love seeing your sexy legs, baby, when you bend over like that,” he said, voice low and rough. I bit my lip, pretending to fix my stockings, but inside I was buzzing with excitement.
I leaned forward, letting my pretty titties press just enough against the lace, teasing him without even touching him yet. “Mmm, you’re going to make me naughty tonight,” I whispered, circling him slowly, letting him imagine exactly what was coming. My fingers trailed along my thighs, brushing the lace, giving him little hints of what he wanted most… My pretty little pussy.
I knelt just in front of him, lips hovering near his ear. “Do you like this, baby? Just a little tease before I really play?” I whispered, my fingers ghosting along his pants. His groan made me wet, and I pulled back, giving him a slow, lazy twirl so he could see every curve of my silky lingerie.
I pressed closer against him feeling his big boner, soft and teasing, letting my body brush against his long cock, just enough to make him moan and shiver. My hands danced over my own body, nibbling at my juicy lips, moaning softly, letting him imagine all the things I wanted to do to him. Every move was playful, every glance a dare as I looked into his soul while slowly gobbling up his dick, forcing it down my throat.
I then finally backed up slightly, letting him drink in the full view of my lingerie hugging every curve of my naked body, tight clit pressing lightly against the lace, my body teasing every inch of him. “Ahhhhh, fuck yea… Good girl Mila damn” he moaned loudly and he released his cum all over my face. I winked, biting my lip, knowing he’d be thinking about me all night, aching for more.
“I’ll be back here later tonight after my wife goes to sleep” he says buttoning up his shirt with a low grin. “Of course Daddy, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back” I said with anticipation in my eyes. And as I turned to the mirror one last time, I giggled softly, brushing my hair back, loving the way he was already desperate for my hands, my lips, my teasing… and my perfect asshole.
I can’t stop thinking about him, about how good it would feel to have him right here, burying himself deep inside my pussy while I whimper and grind against him. My fingers wander over myself, slick and hot, imagining every inch of him inside me, and I shiver, knowing I’m dripping like the Princess Phone Sex fantasy I teased him with last night. God, I love being spoiled, loved, wanted… I can feel my walls clenching just thinking about it.
The thought of my neighbor watching me from across the yard makes me gasp. I imagine him barging in without knocking, taking control, and I melt into him, moaning his name, desperate and greedy for every inch. I love how spoiled I am, how I can tease, tempt, and play with them until they’re shaking, begging, and I’m still dripping, still needing more.
I roll onto my back, legs spread, imagining his hands everywhere… on my hips, my tits, my dripping pussy. My lips part as I picture him groaning, losing control, and I let out a soft moan, thinking about how much I love this… how naughty it feels to be their rich little nigger slut, to have them fight over me without even asking. Every curve of me wants him, and I know he can’t resist.
My silk robe slips to the floor, and I can feel my juices coating my fingers as I tease myself, imagining the taste of him, the weight of him inside me. I laugh softly, knowing he’d lose it if he could see me now, completely undone, my body begging for him, my pussy trembling, dripping, craving every touch, every groan.
I can’t help it… I’m desperate for him. I whisper his name into the empty room, imagining how good it would feel if he was here, pounding me, taking what he wants, leaving me gasping, shivering, coated in his release while I beg for more. I love that I can play this spoiled game, that I get exactly what I crave, and still leave them wanting more.
Even thinking about tomorrow makes me wet again, thinking about him, his hands, the way he’d make me moan, the way I’d beg, the way I’d ride him until I’m trembling. Being rich, naughty, and completely spoiled has its perks, and I know I’ll take every single one, every greedy, dripping desire, every wicked little fantasy.
You didn’t call me by accident, and I can hear it in the way you breathe when the line connects. This is Sensual Phone Sex, the kind that slips past your discipline and settles somewhere greedy and dangerous. I let my voice stay low, slow, expensive, like I have all the time in the world and you belong to this moment with me.
I’m Mila, the spoiled rich sugar baby, surrounded by men who think their money makes them powerful. I let them think that while I decide who gets access to me. I love being desired, love knowing I can turn confidence into hunger with nothing but my tone and a little imagination.
I tell you how my days and my pussy stretch out in that quiet mansion, how anticipation becomes its own kind of pleasure. I confess how I like to wait, dressed up just to be undone later, choosing colors I know get into your head. Red lingerie feels right today… slow, indulgent, sinful. I let you imagine me poised and ready, enjoying the idea of being wanted so badly I don’t pretend otherwise.
My voice dips when I talk about eagerness, about loving the moment when control shifts and I let myself be taken over by desire. I tease you about how patient you are, how much you enjoy taking your time while I’m already worked up just thinking about it. I let the words linger, letting you fill in every filthy detail your mind craves.
I whisper about excess, about pleasure without limits, about how good it feels to be claimed and left deliciously undone. I want you to feel powerful, wanted, necessary. I want you distracted, needy, wrapped up in the sound of me. I patiently wait for you on my knees all day, waiting for you to come to my mansion, eager for you to slowly shove your dick in my mouth…. Mmmn Oh Daddy make me gag on your cock and cum all over my body.
By the time I slow my voice and tell you not to rush, your thoughts are already a mess, just like my face covered in your sticky white cum. And I smile, knowing I’ve done exactly what I wanted, because once you step into my world, you always come back for more.
He catches my hair before I even get to the bed, laughing like he already owns me…which he does. I drop to my knees without hesitation, because I know exactly what keeps me in his favor. He looks down, amused, and murmurs, “You’re my Sexy Babe, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “All yours.”
He grins and slides a hand over my cheek. “You’d do anything to stay taken care of, wouldn’t you?”
“Anything,” I whisper, leaning closer, eager and needy.
That’s what he loves. He loves knowing I have no pride here, that I exist for him, for his amusement, for his control. I open my mouth and let him guide me exactly where he wants me, struggling just enough to show how desperate I am. He laughs when my eyes water and keeps me right there anyway.
“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “Pathetic. And you love it.”
I do. Because every second like this keeps me spoiled. Every second reminds him he owns me. I stay still when he smacks my cheek lightly, leaning back in instead of pulling away.
When he’s done, he keeps me right in front of him, laughing while I stay kneeling, helpless and needy. “Sit there,” he says, amused. “Don’t move.”
I stay exactly where he tells me, letting him look, letting him enjoy how far I’ll go just to stay his. Marked. Used. Humiliated. And grateful.
I’ve done my job.
He takes care of my life, my comfort, my indulgences.
I take everything he gives me and crave more.
As long as I stay like this…helpless, greedy, obedient… I don’t lose a thing.
Ever wonder what your next-door neighbor is really like when the lights are low and the phone rings? That’s Mila, always playful, mischievous, and ready to captivate your attention. Naughty neighbor phone sex is where she shines, teasing, tempting, and keeping you on your toes with every word she speaks.
Hey, it’s me. Yeah, that girl you’ve been noticing across the street, the one who laughs just a little too loud, who winks when you’re not looking. Don’t act like you haven’t wondered what I’d sound like if I called you, if I whispered all the things I know would make you shiver, if I laughed while knowing exactly what you were imagining. I like seeing you squirm a little. It makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel playful. It makes me feel exactly like your naughty neighbor should.
I live just a few doors down in this perfect little neighborhood, but don’t be fooled. I am far from prim and proper. I love teasing, making you blush, making you squirm, and leaving little hints you can’t resist thinking about. I love knowing you are imagining me, wondering what I am doing right now, and secretly wishing I would drop by. I like to mess with you, keep you on edge, and make sure every call feels electric, a little dangerous, a little addictive.
Every conversation with me is a game. I tease, I laugh, I drag things out, I make you wait just long enough to want more. I love watching your mind spin, imagining all the ways I could pull your attention, your curiosity, your imagination. I am a little wild, a little daring, and I love being the girl you cannot ignore.
So yeah, that is Mila, your naughty neighbor, the one who knows exactly how to get under your skin, make you squirm, make you blush, and leave you coming back for more, always wondering what I will do next.
Im showing my beautiful ebony pussy tonight to everyone. When you Breakup with me and my carmelcunt start to do the thinking.
“Hey Mila,” he says with a smile. “What can I get you?”
“Just a whiskey, neat,” I reply, trying to sound confident.
He pours me a glass and slides it across the counter. I take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. I take another sip, and another, until the glass is empty.
“Another one?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Sure,” I say, nodding my head.
He pours me another glass and I take a sip. This one goes down easier than the last. I feel a warmth spreading through my body, and I start to feel a little horny.
I look up at Tim and catch him staring at me. I smile and he quickly looks away, but not before I see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. I take another sip of my whiskey and then I do something I’ve never done before. I reach down and start to play with my beautiful ebony pussy in front of him. I can feel my juices flowing as I rub my clit.
“Mila,” Tim says, his voice low and husky. “What are you doing?”
“I’m horny,” I say, my voice just as husky as his. “And I want you.”
Tim looks at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with desire. Then, he reaches down and starts to rub his own cock through his pants.
“Fuck, Mila,” he says, his voice filled with need. “I want you too.”
I stand up and walk around the counter. I pull Tim’s face to mine and we start to kiss passionately. Our tongues dance as our hands explore each other’s bodies.
I reach down and undo Tim’s pants, freeing his hard cock. I start to stroke it, feeling it twitch in my hand. Tim reaches down and starts to play with my pussy, his fingers sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck, Tim,” I say, breaking our kiss. “I want you inside me.”
Tim nods and lifts me up onto the counter. He positions himself at my entrance and then he thrusts into me. I cry out as he fills me up, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. Tim starts to fuck me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life as he pounds into me. I can feel myself getting close to orgasm and I start to moan louder and louder. Tim increases his pace, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to cum,” I say, my voice filled with need. “Cum for me, Mila,” Tim says, his voice just as husky as before. I let go and cum hard, my pussy clenching around Tim’s cock. Tim follows soon after, filling me up with his hot cum.
“That was amazing,” I say, smiling at Tim. “Yeah, it was,” Tim says, smiling back at me. We both get dressed and then we go our separate ways, but I know I’ll be back to see Tim again soon.