C32 My Plum Neighbor is a Pornstar-5

ANDY

Sarah's words hung in the air like a bomb timer. Twenty minutes. Tiffany's pussy was still fluttering around my cock, warm and full of my cum, her legs locked tight around my waist like she refused to let reality crash in. She rocked her hips once, slow and teasing, even as her eyes flicked toward the front door where Damien was threatening to break shit.

"Twenty minutes," she echoed, voice husky. "Not a lot of time." Her inner walls squeezed me deliberately, pulling a groan from my throat. "But enough for one more."

I should have pulled out. Cleaned up. Figured out how to hide her. Instead I thrust back in deep, grinding against her cervix, feeling the mess of us squish out around my base. "You're going to get us caught."

"That's the point." She bit my shoulder, nails dragging down my back. "Fuck me quick and dirty, Andy. While both our ghosts are coming for us."

I didn't argue. I hiked her legs higher, folding her knees to her chest, and started pounding her into the mattress. Hard. Fast. The bedframe smacked the wall with every thrust. No time for slow. Her tits bounced wildly between us, nipples dark and stiff. I sucked one into my mouth, biting down as I railed her soaked cunt, the wet slap of my balls against her ass loud and filthy.

Tiffany moaned into my neck, trying and failing to stay quiet. "Yes—fuck—right there. Wreck me before she walks in."

Her pussy was a hot, sloppy mess, gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I could feel her getting close already, walls rippling, juices coating my shaft and dripping down to my balls. I reached between us and rubbed her clit hard, fast circles, never slowing my hips. She arched hard, mouth open in a silent scream as she came, gushing around me, squirting a little against my stomach.

I kept going, chasing it, the pressure building fast. Damien pounded on the front door again. "Last chance, Tiff! I'm not playing!"

The danger made everything sharper. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. Ass high, face down. I slammed back in, gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks, fucking her like I was punishing us both for wanting this so bad. Her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. I spread her cheeks, watching my thick cock stretch her pussy wide, creamy cum from before frothing at the edges.

"Touch yourself," I ordered, voice rough. "Come again while I fill you."

She did, fingers flying over her clit. Her moans turned into broken whimpers. I felt her tighten one last time, pulsing violently around me. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping fresh loads deep inside her, so much it immediately leaked out in thick white streams down her thighs as I kept shallow thrusting through the orgasm.

We collapsed, panting, bodies slick with sweat. I stayed inside her a few seconds longer, softening but still twitching. Then reality hit. Headlights swept across the front window. Sarah.

"Shit." Tiffany scrambled up, cum running down her legs in messy rivulets. She grabbed my shirt and yanked it on, the hem barely covering her ass. "Back door?"

"Too risky with Damien out there." I pulled on shorts fast, heart hammering. My cock was still sticky, half-hard from the adrenaline. "Closet. Now."

She slipped in just as Sarah's knock came—sharp, impatient. I wiped my face quick and opened the door, trying to look normal. Sarah stood there, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like she could smell the sex in the air.

"You look flushed," she said, stepping inside without asking. "And it smells... weird in here."

"Just unpacking." My voice came out rough. Tiffany was in the closet ten feet away, full of my cum, probably still touching herself. The thought made me twitch.

Sarah dropped a box on the table. "Last of your crap. Sign the papers while I'm here so we can be done." She pulled out the divorce docs, then paused, sniffing. "Is that... perfume? Women's?"

Before I could answer, the back door rattled violently. Damien's voice roared through. "I know you're fucking in there! I saw her through the side window earlier!"

Sarah's eyes widened. "What the hell is going on, Andy?"

Tiffany burst out of the closet, shirt riding up, exposing the cum-streaked tops of her thighs. "This is my mess. Damien—my ex—he won't let go."

Sarah looked between us, taking in Tiffany's freshly fucked glow, my messy hair, the unmistakable smell. Her face twisted. "You piece of shit. Already? We aren't even officially divorced yet."

Damien kicked the back door hard. Wood splintered. "Tiffany! Get your slut ass out here!"

Chaos exploded. Sarah lunged for her phone to call the cops. Tiffany grabbed my arm, eyes wild with fear and leftover lust. "Andy, I didn't want this to touch you."

I pulled her behind me as the back door finally gave way. Damien stormed in, eyes bloodshot, spotting us immediately. "There you are. With this nobody."

He charged. I shoved him back, fist connecting with his jaw. Pain flared in my knuckles but he went down hard. Sarah was yelling into the phone. Tiffany pressed against my back, her hand sneaking around to brush my cock through my shorts one last desperate time, even now.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Damien wiped blood from his lip, glaring. "This isn't over, Tiff. I own you. And now your new boytoy is on my list too."

Cops arrived fast. Statements. Chaos. Damien got hauled off for breaking and entering. Sarah left in tears, throwing the divorce papers at me. "We're done. For good."

The apartment fell quiet hours later. Just me and Tiffany on the couch, her curled against me, still wearing only my shirt. Her pussy was still leaking me onto the cushion, but neither of us cared.

"He'll be back," she whispered, tracing a finger down my chest. "Or someone worse. My old life doesn't let go easy."

I tilted her chin up, kissing her deep, tasting the danger. My hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing into her cum-filled cunt. She moaned softly, spreading wider. "Then we face it together. No more hiding through windows."

She climbed onto my lap, sinking down onto my hardening cock with a sigh. "No more hiding." She started riding me slow, forehead against mine. "But we keep it filthy."

The sirens faded outside. But as she bounced on me, pussy clenching, tits in my face, I knew this was only the beginning of the real storm.

Damien had friends in the industry. Sarah had lawyers. And us? We were addicted to the risk.

How long before one of them destroyed everything?