As I sat on the edge of my kitchen countertop, I heard the sultry voice of my bad boy neighbor. He told me his wife would be gone for the night, and he was feeling "frisky". My heart raced as I looked over at him, licking his lips in anticipation. I pulled out the carton of milk from the fridge and casually asked him if he wanted some. His eyes lit up, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the fridge, his strong hands gripping my hips. He leaned in close, his hot breath on my neck, and growled, "I want your tight pussy." Without another word, he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to my bedroom.
