Adriana stood in front of him — the same hot, rude neighbor he had fantasized about for years; it was the same woman whose thick thighs, fat ass, and heavy jugs had made his cock ache even back when she used to look down on him.

Up close, she was even hotter; and a bit more dirtier and forbiddingly arresting.

Her dress was now torn open down the middle from the V-neck all the way to her waist, exposing the full, round swelling curve of her big boobs in a lacy bra that barely contained them.

Her waist tapered in before flaring out into wide, soft hips with a stomach so smooth and slightly soft, and lower — her panties were already a wreck from the orgasm he had forced out of her minutes earlier from just his touch.

The wet thing was translucent and sticky and held sacred regions so perfectly wet and slightly pushed the side; the fat outline of her pussy lips pushed forward against it, still shiny and swollen from how hard she had just come. Fresh nectar continued to seep out of her neglected hole that hasn’t known a cock for years, because her body hadn’t finished reacting yet; every aftershock left another warm trail that slipped past the soaked cotton and ran down the inside of her thighs, leaving glossy streaks on her smooth skin.

The puffy lips of her cunt sat heavy and open under the ruined panties, the material sucked into every crease so tightly as she shifted to cover her pussy; the sight of it looked like the fabric itself was being pulled inside her pussy by some powerful suction.

Her face still held that refined beauty, but between her legs she was nothing but a used, leaking mess.

The thick, almost sweet-musk scent of her earlier climax mixed with the newer wetness rising off her skin, heavy enough to fill the space between them and make his cock thicken hard against his trousers.

Phei’s gaze stayed dropped between her legs...

...he could smell the leftover heat of her orgasm still rolling off her — thick, sticky, and desperate.

That scent of a married pussy that had just been made to come for the first time in years filled the air, and his cock pushed heavier against the fabric in answer and anticipation.

It was finally happening.

He stepped in close and wrapped both hands around her waist. His long fingers spanned almost the entire width of her, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her hips. She felt small in his grip, but soft — so fucking soft.

The contrast between her sharp tongue he knew and this warm, yielding body that had nothing but be at the mercy if him made his cock jump hard against her.

Without warning, he grabbed the torn edges of her attires and ripped them the rest of the way open.

The fabric gave with a loud tear and all of them fell completely open, hanging off her shoulders and leaving her almost naked.

Her heavy jugs spilled free as her bra was no more too; they were firm, full and round and they brushed each other closely; her nipples were smaller compared to the size of her boobs but already dark and stiff from the earlier climax and the cool air hitting them.

Her stomach and hips were bare now, and between her thick thighs the panties looked even worse up close — completely ruined, the fabric glued to her swollen pussy lips, a thin string of leftover cum and fresh slick stretching between the material and her skin when she shifted her weight.

Adriana gasped sharply, her body jerking.

Her elegant face burned with shame, but she didn’t try to cover herself.

Her thighs trembled from the leftover weakness of her orgasm, and another warm drop of leftover juice rolled down the inside of one leg, tracing a slow path toward her knee. Her mind flashed, unbidden, to her husband — the man she was supposed to be loyal to — and the memory of how he never made her feel this used and open only made her pussy squeeze harder around nothing.

The wrongness of standing half-naked in front of the younger neighbor she used to mock sent a shameful heat straight through her core, and that heat pulled more wetness out of her still-sensitive hole.

She was leaking because it was wrong, and because her body remembered exactly how hard she had just come on his command.

’He’s also not only younger than my children but Amber’s boyfriend too and Brett’s rival!’

She couldn’t believe herself.

But Phei didn’t let her wait; he reached down and dragged two fingers slowly up her inner thigh, scooping up the clear, sticky trail that had spilled from her after the orgasm.

He brought his fingers up between them so she could see how shiny and wet they still were.

Adriana’s face went bright red. Her lips parted as she watched him lift those same fingers to his nose and inhale deeply, eyes locked on hers the entire time.

He forced the eye contact, refusing to let her look away.

Phei licked her taste off his fingers slowly — the leftover flavor of her forced climax and the new wetness that kept coming because she couldn’t stop reacting to him.

"How does it feel," he asked, voice low and rough, "to come again so soon? I bet that was your first time coming just from a man’s touch ever... wasn’t it?"

Adriana trembled hard. Her thighs pressed together as another rush of warm fluid leaked out of her soaked pussy, triggered by the memory of how completely she had broken for him minutes ago.

She couldn’t answer but only stare at him while her body kept giving away how right he was.

’Is this what he did to Amber too that time she thought no one knew who she’d been with? Lucky girl!’

The guilt of just about to fuck her daughter’s boyfriend twisted in her stomach even as her cunt clenched with fresh helpless taboo need.

Phei brought his fingers back to her mouth.

Adriana didn’t hesitate and opened her lips without being told and sucked them in, moaning softly as she tasted the mix of her own earlier cum and the new wetness still dripping out of her.

Her tongue swirled around his fingers while her eyes stayed locked on the thick, heavy bulge in his trousers.

’Did he fuck her?’ She thought. She could not help it; the thought of being fucked with the same cock that took her daughter’s first time.

She watched Phei watch her suck his fingers with dark, hungry eyes, then reached down with his free hand and slipped beneath the edge of her soaked panties. His fingers found her slick, swollen folds — still puffy and overly sensitive from the orgasm — he stroked once, slow and deliberate.

Adriana moaned loudly around his fingers, her hips bucking forward as the fresh touch dragged more fluid out of her.

Phei didn’t let her move freely.

When her hips started grinding too desperately against his hand, he grabbed her waist with his free hand and held her still. His grip was firm, controlling. He didn’t let her chase his fingers the way she wanted.

He kept her exactly where he wanted her — forced to take whatever pace he gave her.

"Stay still," he said quietly but with authority.

’Oh~ Amber... what a man we have!’

Adriana whimpered around his fingers but obeyed, though her thighs kept trembling with the effort. Her pussy was still so open and wet from the climax that his fingers were already coated.

He could feel how fat her pussy was becoming and needy she remained — the fat lips of her pussy parted easily around his touch, the tight heat inside gripping him like it hadn’t finished coming yet.

He curled two fingers and pushed them slowly inside her, stretching her tight, wet heat while his thumb rubbed her clit in steady circles. Adriana’s eyes rolled back as a long, broken moan tore from her throat around his other fingers as the leftover sensitivity from her orgasm made every stroke feel sharper.

Phei watched her face the entire time and didn’t look away— the way her brows furrowed, the way her mouth stretched around his fingers, the way her heavy jugs bounced and swayed with every shaky breath and helpless twitch of her hips.

He kept his other hand firm on her waist, controlling her movements, not letting her grind wildly even though he could feel how badly her body still wanted to chase the pleasure.

When she tried to lean up and kiss him, desperate for more connection, he caught her chin with the hand that had been on her waist and held her face steady, forcing her eyes back to his.

"Eyes on me," he murmured, voice low and calm even as his fingers pumped deeper inside her soaked cunt. "You don’t get to kiss me yet. You take what I give you and only what I give you."

"Got it?"

’Phei~ you’re so commanding, authoritative!’ She nodded submissively!

Her thighs tried to snap shut around his hand as the pleasure spiked again, but he used his knee to force them wider apart, spreading her open completely. The wet sounds of his fingers fucking into her filled the room — thick, sticky schlicking with every thrust, the leftover cum and new slick mixing into an even messier noise.

"That’s it," he praised, voice rough. "Take it. Let me feel how fucking wet and desperate this pussy still is after I already made it come."

"This tight little married cunt is gripping my fingers like it’s starving. Does your husband know how much of a desperate slut you are for the a young man’s hand?" he added in that same low, almost gentle tone, the filthy words delivered with calm authority.

’SAY THAT AGAIN, PHEI! Call me a slut again~’