Hidden Gem

When a gorgeous neighbor like Natasha is practically begging for it on her own living room sofa, why wait any longer?

"Lift your hips a little higher, Ms. Natasha. I'll slide your favorite leggings down carefully," Carl said, emphasizing the word favorite. It was almost hilarious how she was still worried about preserving her activewear while actively committing such a scandalous deed.

"Ah... ah..." Natasha instinctively raised her lower body, making it effortless for him to glide the smooth, damp fabric down over her thighs.

"Wow... look at these panties. They didn't stand a chance, did they?" Carl murmured, staring down at the sleek black lace that was barely clinging to her delicate frame, completely soaked through over her clit and center.

"D-Don't stare like that... I'm feeling so embarrassed..." her muffled voice pleaded, though her hand kept stroking his massive shaft at a steady rhythm.

"You're absolutely stunning, Ms. Natasha. I can't believe you were hiding a hidden gem like this down here," Carl whispered softly as he gently hooked his fingers under the band of her black lace panties, sliding them down toward her knees.

"Ahn... ahh... why am I letting this happen? This is bad... really, really bad," she whimpered softly. A wave of panic washed over her mind—her teenage daughter was asleep upstairs in her bedroom, completely unaware that her mother was succumbing to temptation right below her on the ground floor.

Her husband was currently away on one of his frequent business trips for his corporate job, leaving the house wide open. Yet the overwhelming thrill of doing something so forbidden only made her body react even more intensely.

"Don't waste time worrying about whether it's bad. Your body has been starving for this kind of attention, so just be honest with yourself," Carl said smoothly. Without hesitating, he slid his middle and ring fingers directly into her dripping warmth.

Even as a mature woman, she smelled divine—a luxurious blend of high-end perfume and natural, sweet female arousal.

'Damn, I love sniffing a sweet fragrance like this,' Carl thought, reminiscing for a split second about his past life's encounters with various adult film stars, which often lacked this level of genuine, refined elegance.

[ System Notification ]

Natasha's Mood Updated: Guilty... and IN HEAT.

Carl chuckled inwardly. That secondary status, written in all caps, proved she was completely at his mercy now.

"Ahn... ahnn... Carl... why aren't you cumming yet?" Natasha panted, her jaw starting to ache after stroking him continuously for minutes. Her husband usually finished in under thirty seconds—maybe a minute if she put in extra effort. But Carl's massive shaft remained rock-hard, showing no signs of giving in.

"If you want me to finish faster, your hand isn't going to cut it. How about you use that pretty mouth of yours?" Carl suggested, shifting his hips closer to her flushed face.

"Ahnn... ahnn..." The potent aroma of his natural musk and light precum filled her nostrils, making her head spin.

"Suck it, Ms. Natasha. If you want this to wrap up quickly, you need to work a whole lot harder," Carl instructed gently, poking the thick, glossy head of his shaft against her full lower lip.

"Slurp... but we can't do anything beyond this, okay? My daughter could wake up and come downstairs at any second..." she whispered nervously, leaning forward to lick around the sensitive crown, cleaning away the bead of precum.

"That entirely depends on your performance. I'll decide whether we go further once you've satisfied me," Carl replied, thrusting his fingers deeper into her wet folds while gently spreading them apart.

"Ahn... ahnn... O-Okay..." Natasha spat a generous mouthful of saliva onto her palm to lubricate her hand, pairing it with her lips to work on his massive length simultaneously.

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

Her dripping core began releasing a thick, milky cream, overflowing from the intense stimulation!

'Look at all that vaginal fluid... she's been pent up for months,' Carl recognized instantly. When a mature woman begins producing that much cream so rapidly, it's a clear sign of deep, prolonged sexual frustration.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Ahh... yes, just like that. You're doing so well, Ms. Natasha," Carl murmured, closing his eyes as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him.

"Guck... guck... i-it's so big..." her words came out completely muffled around his massive girth. Because of her position on the sofa, she couldn't take the full twelve inches into her throat, but she was trying her absolute best.

"See? That's why you shouldn't treat me like a harmless little boy. Now stop making excuses and suck it harder," Carl said playfully, gently guiding his hips forward and taking her deeper into her mouth.

Guck... guck...

"Ahnn... Ahnn... I-I'm cumming again!"

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

Carl quickly grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and pressed it over her lower region to muffle the sound and catch the fluid, preventing a messy spray from ruining the couch cushions.

"Ahhn... guck... ahh... guck..." Natasha's legs trembled uncontrollably as a powerful climax racked her body, but Carl kept up his steady rhythm, pressing his dick past her lips.

"Look at you... squirting so helplessly without any restraint," Carl teased softly, sliding his hands upward to cup her firm, warm breasts through her tight activewear top.

Grope... grope...

"Ahn... w-wait... guck... guck..."

"So soft... and look at how hard your nipples are pressing through the fabric," Carl whispered, pinching the perky tips teasingly.

"Nghn..." Natasha gasped, her jaw aching from stretching so wide around his incredible thickness. She couldn't help but mentally compare Carl to her husband, whose modest two-inch stature felt completely insignificant compared to the absolute monster currently filling her mouth. She was thoroughly addicted to the sheer scale of him.

"Just a little more, Ms. Natasha... you're doing an incredible job. Ahh, yes... right there!"

"Guck... guck... p-please..." her teary eyes looked up at him in wordless pleading.

"Ahh, keep going, Natasha! Right there! I'm cumming!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

In the heat of his intense release, Carl let out a deep moan, completely forgetting to keep his voice down in the quiet house!