**Title: Sneaky with the Slutty MILF Next Door**

I’d been eyeing Mrs. Carter for months—the hot, divorced MILF who lived next door. She was in her late 30s but dressed like she was still in college: tight yoga pants, tank tops with no bra, always bending over just a little too far when she gardened. I caught her staring at me a few times, licking her lips when she thought I wasn’t looking. Tonight, she invited me over for a drink after her kid went to sleep. I knew what that meant.

I knocked softly, and she answered in nothing but a silk robe barely tied at the waist. The dim light from the living room spilled over her curves, her tits barely contained, her nipples hard under the thin fabric. She smirked, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me inside.

“Shh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. “My ex is passed out drunk in the guest room. But he won’t wake up—trust me.”

I didn’t need convincing. The moment the door closed, she yanked my shirt off, her hands sliding down my chest. I grabbed her ass through the robe, pulling her against me so she could feel how hard I already was.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” she breathed, grinding her hips against my cock.

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” I growled, slipping my hand between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already slick, her clit swollen under my fingers. She moaned, biting her lip to keep quiet as I circled her tight little hole.

“Like that?” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside her.

“Yes,” she gasped, gripping my shoulders as her hips bucked. “But I want your cock.”

I didn’t waste time. I pushed her against the wall, her robe falling open as I kissed down her neck, sucking her tits, her nails digging into my back. She reached for my belt, jerking my jeans down just enough to free my cock.

“Jesus,” she hissed, running her fingers up my shaft. “You’re thick.”

She dropped to her knees right there, swallowing me whole. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue flicking under the head of my cock as she bobbed, slurping like she was starving for it. I grabbed her hair, fucking her face slow, watching her lips stretch around me.

“So fucking good,” I groaned.

She pulled back, grinning as spit dripped from her chin. “I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered. “Right here. Let him hear me.”

I flipped her around, bending her over the couch. Her ass was perfect—round, soft, begging to be spanked. I gave her a sharp slap, making her yelp before spreading her cheeks. She was dripping, her pussy glistening, begging to be filled.

I lined up and pushed in, slow at first, letting her tight cunt stretch around me. She whimpered, clawing at the cushions as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted, grabbing her hips.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against me.

I gave her exactly what she wanted, slamming into her, the sound of my balls slapping against her clit filling the room. Her moans got louder, and I covered her mouth with my hand.

“Shh, baby,” I teased. “Don’t wake him up.”

But she didn’t care. She reached back, spreading her pussy wider, taking every inch. “I don’t care if he hears,” she panted. “Fuck me like you own me.”

I pulled her up, her back pressed against my chest as I drove into her. One hand groped her tits, the other rubbing her clit in fast circles.

“Shit, I’m close,” she whined, her body trembling.

“Cum on my cock,” I ordered, biting her neck.

She came with a muffled scream, her pussy clamping down on me so tight I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself deep, filling her up, both of us panting, sweaty, shaking.

When I pulled out, she turned around, dropping to her knees again to clean me off with her tongue, licking every drop before looking up at me with those slutty eyes.

“Next time,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me in his bed while he’s sleeping.”

I groaned, already hard again. Fuck, I loved this woman.