EXTRACT FOR
My Horny Hotwife Neighbor
(Alana Church)

"Tony, I'm going to show Colin the rest of the house now, okay? Instead of having you bore him to death with golf stories." Amber, who had appeared at my side as if by magic, took my arm.



He waved a hand, turning back to his friends, as Amber led me inside. "Golf," she said, shaking her head. "God, could anything be more boring than listening to someone else's golf stories? 'I hit a white ball, but it didn't go where I wanted it to go. But then I hit it again, and it did!' I'd rather drill a hole through my head than have to deal with that."



"Hey. It's not always like that," I protested as she led me upstairs, pointing out some of the changes she and Tony had made. "Sometimes the ball is yellow. Or even blue, if you feel like getting crazy."



"Blue balls," she said, and pushed open a door, revealing what looked to be a guest bedroom.



"Well, we can't have that, can we?"



And suddenly she had pushed me against a wall, her small, hot hand finding my crotch with almost frightening accuracy, kneading my cock through my shorts.



"God," she panted into my ear, then licked the lobe. "You've been driving me fucking crazy all day. "Oh, yeah," she moaned as I began to stiffen under her skillful fingers. "That's what I'm talking about. I knew you'd have a great dick."



I knew I shouldn't be doing this, that Tony and his friends would be happy to beat me to a pulp if we were caught, but the lure of Amber's sweet, hot body was too much to resist. I found myself grappling her closer to me, one hand squeezing her taut ass-cheek, while the other cupped the firm, ripe mound of her breast. She moaned as I pushed the bikini top away, my fingers circling her nipple, which grew high and tight in response to my touch. We kissed, passionately, our tongues tangling as days of frustration were set loose. Amber undulated against me, her entire body rubbing against my chest and legs, as if she couldn't get enough of the feel of my skin. Her hands roamed higher, under the hem of my shirt, stroking my abs and stomach, tracing the lines of my ribs in a way that made the breath catch in my throat.



"Fuck," she panted. Now her fingers dove down under the waistband of my shorts, stroking my hardness through my boxers. "Fuck. I've wanted to feel this since the first day I saw you, standing by your house and looking so hot and sexy." She unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down to my knees. The boxers followed, and her hand closed around my throbbing rod, pumping me. "Feel your hard, lovely dick."



Her touch was driving me crazy. It would be so easy. Throw her on the bed, toss up her skirt, rip her panties off, and fuck like a pair of rabbits. I slid my hands up her arms to her shoulders, glancing at the bed.