The New neighbor

The new guy walks over to say hello. The woman next door answers the door in a silk robe and nothing else. She hears his name, then hears what he does for a living. Her eyes drop straight to his waistband and stay there. She invites him inside with one smooth step back. The robe slips off her shoulder. She drops to her knees on the entry rug, pulls his jeans open, and takes his cock in her mouth like she’s been waiting all afternoon. He braces a hand on the wall and watches her brown hair move. When she stands, she turns, plants her palms on the console table, and arches her back. He slides into her ass in one slow push. Her moan is low, almost grateful. He grips her hips and fucks her harder, skin slapping, her long hair swinging. She keeps one hand between her thighs, rubbing in time with every thrust. When he finally pulls out and spills across her lower back, she looks over her shoulder and smiles like the welcome gift was exactly what she wanted.