C31 My Plum Neighbor is a Pornstar-4

ANDY

The crash of glass outside froze us both. Tiffany stood there bent over my kitchen counter, my shirt rucked up around her waist, cum still dripping down her inner thighs in slow, thick trails. Her pussy looked wrecked, red and puffy, lips parted and glistening. She straightened quick, eyes darting toward the back door, but her hand stayed between her legs, rubbing our mess into her skin like she couldn't help it.

"Damien," she whispered, voice shaky but edged with heat. "He's losing it."

I pulled my shorts up fast, my cock still semi-hard and sticky. Another thud hit the doorframe. "Tiffany! I know you're spreading your legs for him. Open this fucking door!"

She grabbed my arm, nails digging in. "We can't let him in. Not like this." Her eyes dropped to the wet spot on the floor where she'd leaked. A small smile tugged her lips, dirty and scared at the same time. "But I still want you. Right now. While he's right there."

This was insane. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my throat. But her words lit something feral in me. I spun her around, pushed her back against the counter facing the living room window that looked out to the shared yard. Shadows moved out there. Damien pacing. I yanked the shirt over her head, leaving her naked again. Her tits hung heavy, nipples tight peaks.

"Stay quiet," I muttered against her neck. I kicked her legs apart wider. My fingers found her cunt first, sliding through the slick mess, three fingers pushing in easy because she was so open from before. She gasped, biting her own arm to muffle it. Her walls clenched hot around my knuckles as I pumped them fast, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

"Like that," she hissed. "Finger fuck me while he listens."

I added a fourth finger, stretching her, my thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. Wet noises filled the kitchen, loud enough I worried. Her juices ran down my wrist. She rocked back on my hand, ass pressing into my groin, feeling me harden again through my shorts. Outside, Damien cursed and kicked the door.

I couldn't wait. I shoved my shorts down, lined up, and thrust in hard. One long stroke buried me to the balls. Tiffany's mouth opened in a silent cry, her pussy gripping me like a fist. So hot. So wet. I could feel the mix of our cum coating every inch as I pulled back and slammed in again. The counter creaked under her grip.

I fucked her steady and deep, hips slapping her ass with controlled force. Each thrust made her tits bounce forward. I reached around, grabbing one, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. "You feel that? My cock stretching you while your ex is ten feet away."

"Yes," she breathed, pushing back to take me deeper. "Harder, Andy. Make me take it all."

I gave it to her. Faster now. The wet squelch of her pussy swallowing my cock mixed with our heavy breathing. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so I could bite her shoulder. She reached down, fingers frantic on her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts. Her legs started shaking. I felt her tighten, pussy fluttering wildly.

"Come," I growled low. "Come on my dick with him right outside."

She did. Hard. Her whole body jerked, walls spasming around me in strong pulses that milked every inch. Fresh wetness gushed out, soaking my balls and dripping onto the tile. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release, the pressure building fast at the base of my spine. I pulled out at the last second, spun her to face me, and pushed her down to her knees.

Tiffany opened her mouth eagerly, tongue out. I stroked myself twice and came hard, thick ropes painting her tongue, her lips, some landing on her tits. She swallowed what she could, then licked the head clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Messy. Filthy. Perfect.

We stayed like that a moment, catching our breath. Damien had gone quiet. Too quiet.

Tiffany stood, cum still glistening on her chin and chest. She wiped it with her fingers and sucked them clean. "He might be calling someone. He has connections. Producers. Guys who like to make problems disappear."

I pulled her close, my hand sliding between her legs again, cupping her soaked pussy possessively. "Then we deal with it. But not tonight."

She kissed me, sharing the taste of us. Her body melted against mine, soft and warm, but her words stayed sharp. "Your ex is coming tomorrow. Sarah. What if she shows up while Damien is still sniffing around? What if she sees me leaving your place looking like I just got railed?"

The thought sent a twisted thrill through me. "Then we make sure she doesn't."

We moved back to the bedroom, curtains drawn tight this time. Tiffany didn't bother with clothes. She stretched out on my bed, legs parted lazily, fingers idly circling her clit as she watched me. "Tell me about her. Your ex. Why'd it end?"

I lay beside her, hand replacing hers between her thighs. Two fingers slipped inside easy, slow and lazy now. "She wanted control. Everything planned. Kids on a schedule. I wanted... this. Messy. Real." I curled my fingers, watching her breath hitch. "She caught me watching porn once. Called me disgusting. Funny, right? Now I'm fucking a porn star."

Tiffany laughed soft, then moaned as I added a third finger. "She doesn't know what she's missing." She rolled toward me, pushing me onto my back. Her mouth found my cock again, sucking me back to hardness with slow, wet pulls. Tongue swirling the underside, lips tight. She popped off long enough to say, "I want you to fuck my tits next time. Cover them. Mark me."

The image made me throb in her mouth. I pulled her up, positioned her over my face. She lowered her pussy onto my tongue, grinding slow while I licked and sucked her folds, tasting myself inside her. Her moans vibrated around my cock as she took me deep again, throat working.

We stayed like that, sixty-nining slow and dirty. I ate her until she came again, thighs clamping my head, flooding my mouth. She sucked me until I was rock hard and leaking. Then she slid down, straddling me reverse cowgirl, facing away. She sank onto my cock with a long sigh, ass cheeks spreading as she took every inch.

"Ride it," I said, hands gripping her hips. "Show me how you fuck on camera."

She did. Rolling her hips in those perfect porn-star circles, then bouncing, ass jiggling with every drop. I watched my cock disappear into her tight hole over and over, creamy white ring forming at the base. She leaned forward, hands on my thighs, giving me the view. I slapped her ass once, twice, watching it redden. She moaned louder, pace quickening.

"Fuck, Andy. Your cock hits so deep like this." Her pussy clenched on every downstroke. I thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin loud in the room. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wider so I could see everything. Her asshole winked as she rode me. I pressed a thumb there, circling, not pushing in yet. She shuddered hard.

"Do it," she panted. "Touch me there."

I pressed the tip of my thumb in, just past the ring. She cried out, pussy gushing around my cock. The extra tightness pushed me close. I fucked up into her faster, thumb working shallow. She came again, screaming into the pillow, body shaking violently.

I flipped her off me, onto her back, and drove in missionary, legs over my shoulders. Deep. Folding her in half. I fucked her with everything I had, sweat dripping, balls slapping her ass. Her tits bounced wild. I leaned down, sucking a nipple, biting it. She scratched my back, legs locked around me.

"Fill me," she begged. "Pump me full again."

I buried myself deep and came, groaning as I unloaded rope after rope inside her. So much it pushed out around my cock immediately. We stayed locked, kissing slow and lazy, bodies sticky.

The quiet broke with my phone ringing. Sarah again. I answered, still buried in Tiffany.

"Andy, change of plans. I'm coming tonight instead. Be there in twenty."

Tiffany's eyes went wide. She clenched around me hard, a wicked grin spreading. But outside, footsteps crunched closer. Damien hadn't left.

"Twenty minutes," Sarah repeated. "Don't make me wait."

I hung up. Tiffany pulled me down for another kiss, my cock twitching inside her. "She's coming. He's still out there. What now, neighbor?"

A heavy fist pounded the front door this time. Damien's voice boomed. "I called a friend. He's bringing tools. We're opening this place up one way or another."

My heart slammed. Tiffany's legs tightened around my waist, keeping me inside her as fresh dread mixed with the afterglow. Sarah on her way. Damien about to break in. And us naked, marked, leaking all over each other.

This secret was about to explode. And I had no idea if I wanted to stop it.