Married Freak Morning Jog

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And, of course, it's open. Morning. Again.

Hm? Sorry, earbuds. Did you say something? What did I mean by again? Oh, nothing.

Why am I smiling? I have my reasons, dear. Oh? You like to know.

Hm. How about instead of explaining my every little action to you, you just ignore it. Go back to working out in your parents' garage and I continue on my daily job.

This way, we can keep exchanging our neighborly pleasantries until the end of summer when you go back to campus. Oh. You'd still like to know.

We're consistent, little boy, aren't we? Looks like someone found a bit of confidence moving away to college. Hm.

Okay. I'll tell you what, Mr. Pushy.

But only if you answer my question first. Why is it every time I go on a run, you just so happen to be working out in your garage? Always with the door open.

It doesn't matter if it's early in the morning, late at night, or in the blistering midday sun. It's as if you wait until I leave my front door before deciding you yourself to work out. Oh.

Speechless. Where's all that newfound confidence? Hm.

What happened to Mr. Persistent? You didn't think I'd notice, did you? I'm right, aren't I? I'm right about how you drop everything you're doing just to catch a glimpse of me, your married neighbor, jogging in by my tight shorts and my sports bra?

So tell me. Did I hit the nail on the head? I did, didn't I? Thought so.

All that time and effort, and just for a ten second show? Well, was it worth it? Say something.

Why are you backing away now? This conversation's not going the way you planned. I didn't think I'd call you out like this.

You're adorable. I'm not like those shy, naive college sluts you're used to. I say what I want, and I take what I want.

In fact, come here. Closer. I'll let you in on a little secret.

You can't handle me anyways. You have no idea what I am. And no idea what I've done.

I'd fucking eat you alive, my little fuckboy. No. No.

Don't turn away now, honey. It's too late for modesty. Don't move.

Let me. .. grab you three shorts and see what you've got.

That's what I fucking thought. In the heart already. You think you have what it takes to handle me? You do, huh? Bad boy.

We'll see about that. Get back inside. Sit on the bench.

Good boy. What am I doing? You're closing your garage door.

Um, yes, with me in it. What? My husband.

Why do you care? I don't. No, it actually doesn't matter.

He's already at work. Besides, he knows I'm out doing cardio, and that's all he needs to know. Any more stupid-ass questions? Good.

Then be a good fuckboy. Shut up and strip. You heard me.

Strip. Strip for me. Look at you.

That'll do just fine. That cock of yours looks like it's ready to fucking explode. And we haven't even started.

Be a doll and sit back down on your workbench. Now, stroke it for me. You heard me.

Touch yourself. That's it. Nice and slow.

Uh-uh. Don't close your eyes. Look at me while you do.

Like that. Down. Good boy.

This is what you wanted, right? To watch me running by in this outfit so you can picture it at night while you lay in bed, stroking off that hard cock to the image? It is, huh? Say it.

Fuck. Good boy. I love hearing that.

I love knowing men get off to me, you know that? Keep going. Up.

And down. Oh, look at all that break on. Leaking out of you like a faucet.

Don't you dare come. Not until I say so. Tell me.

Do you like what you see? Do you like watching this married slut put on a show for you? Mm-hmm.

Slowly turning for you. Mm-hmm. Rolling my hips.

Sliding my palms up and down my curves. Mm. Faster, baby.

Stroke that hard fucking dick for me. Mm-hmm. That's it.

Hold for me. Mm. That feel good? Mm-hmm.

Yeah. It does feel good, doesn't it? Fucking your fist like that.

Mm-hmm. It does, huh, baby? Mm-hmm.

You want to be bad with me? Yeah. Good.

Because this whore wants to be bad. So fucking bad. Slow down for me.

Mm-hmm. Grip it. Yeah, just like that.

Grip it and slowly up and down. Don't come yet. Let me just turn around for you.

Look at how these joggers hug my ass. Like they're painted on. Do you like my ass in them? Bad boy? Yeah? And what if I just slowly peel them down? Oops.

Looks like my perfectly toned ass just popped right out, didn't it? Look at that cock twitch. And keep stroking.

But don't you dare come yet. We're just getting started. Mm-hmm.

That's it. Such an obedient boy toy. I'm glad I wore my sexy thong today.

It's almost as if I knew I'd be seen in it. Do you like it? My red lacy thong? Barely covering my hot and tight dripping wet little fuckhole? Mm-hmm.

You do, don't you? So what do you say? And should I take them off too? Hmm.

Do you want to see this cheating slut's cunt? Bent over? And dripping wet? Just out of arm's reach? Mm-hmm.

Yeah? Mm-hmm. Then ask.

Ask me to show you my pussy. Out loud. Say it.

Oh, what a gentleman. Since you asked so politely, don't fucking let go of that cock. Watch me strip these panties off.

Fuck. They're soaked. How depraved of me, a married woman, stripping for her punk perverted neighbor.

Do you even care if we get in trouble? You don't, do you? Good.

Neither do I. Let go of that cock. Good boy.

Let it twitch aimlessly in the air. Coated in pre-gum. Throbbing.

Begging for release. Now, take this thong and wrap it around your cock for me. That's fucking it.

Good fuck boy. Lay on your back. Uh-uh.

Did I say you could start stroking? Leave my thong wrapped around your cock. Hands to your side.

Good boy. Stick your tongue out. Just like that.

Listen to me closely. I'm going to climb up over you. Straddle your hot little mouth.

And you're going to catch every fucking drop of my wet cunt with that tongue of yours, understand? Good. Let me just swing my legs over.

And lower. Oh, fuck. Lower myself onto your handsome face.

That's it. Lick that cunt, baby. Just like that.

God. Slip your tongue between my lips. Oh, God.

Do I taste good? Uh-huh, baby. Don't fucking stop.

Now just like that. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Stick your tongue out. I'm going to lean back and. ..

Oh, grind. Oh, fuck. Grind this dripping pussy into your mouth.

Yeah. Does that taste good? Is this what you wanted? How about when I grip your cock and stroke it? Stroke it with my wet tongue.

Feel all that soft silk wrapped around your cock while I. .. Oh, fuck.

While I grind into. .. Oh, fuck.

I'm so fucking close already. Yes. Oh, you are too, huh? You're close too? No.

No, no, no. You don't get to come yet. Not yet.

No more touching your cock. Not yet. I need you to last.

Let me. .. Run my fingers through your hair.

Pull it close to me. That's it. Yeah.

Yeah, eat this married slut out. Oh, you fucking hurt me. Fucking made me cum.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Oh, fuck.

I'm going to. .. I'm going to cum.

Fuck. Don't stop. Just like that.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Oh, God. Oh, oh.

Holy fuck, Amy. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

I'm so ready to get fucked. I fucking need to feel it inside of me. Come here.

Fuck. I came all over your face, didn't I? Let me clean that up.

Mm. Mm. Uh-huh.

Mm. I love the way my pussy juices taste off your lips. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Now. .. Listen to me.

Are you ready? Yeah? Good.

Because I need you to treat me like the cheating whore I am. Can you fucking manage that? I want you to fuck me stupid.

Ruin this cunt. And punish me. Your cock is fucking perfect.

And I want it inside me. Can you handle that? Or do I need to.

.. take what I need from you? Sit up.

Turn towards me. Mm. Fuck.

Good boy. Now watch me. Watch me drop slowly to my knees right in front of you.

Inching myself forward between your legs. Looking up at you in your eyes. Biting my lower lip.

Mm. Let my fingertips trace your inner thigh. Closer.

And closer. Until. ..

Mm. Fuck. I love feeling you throb in my hands.

God, your skin's so hot. Mm. Slick with so much pre-comb.

Mm. Mm, you taste so fucking good. I want to.

.. I need to just. ..

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Fuck, baby.