**Title: Revving Up the Neighbor**

I’d noticed Mrs. Carter watching me for weeks. Every time I’d roll up on my bike after work, she’d be outside watering her plants or just standing there, sipping wine, her tank top clinging to her curves. She was in her late thirties, all tan skin and thick hips, the kind of milf who knew exactly how good she looked. And today, as I revved the engine before shutting it off, she didn’t even pretend to be doing something else. She just leaned against her porch railing, eyes locked on me.

“You ever take that thing out for more than just commuting?” she called, voice smooth and teasing.

I smirked, running my fingers over the throttle. “Depends. You offering?”

She bit her lip, then jerked her head toward her house. “Come inside. Let’s see how loud you can really get.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The second the door shut behind us, she pressed me against it, her hands sliding under my shirt. “I love the way you handle that bike,” she murmured, grinding her hips against me. I could feel the heat of her through her shorts, her pussy already wet. I grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against my cock as it strained in my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” I groaned, slipping a hand between us to rub her through the fabric. She whimpered, bucking against my fingers.

“I get wet every time I hear you rev that engine,” she admitted, breath hitching as I pushed her shorts down. Her cunt was bare, shaved smooth, glistening. I dropped to my knees right there in the entryway, licking a long stripe up her slit. She gasped, grabbing my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh god, just like that—” Her thighs clamped around my head as I ate her out, her moans getting louder with every stroke of my tongue. She tasted incredible, sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly screamed.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” I growled against her pussy, fucking her with my fingers as I kept sucking her clit. Her hips jerked, and I felt her clench around me as she came hard, her juices dripping down my chin.

Before she could catch her breath, I stood and dragged her to the couch, pushing her down on her back. I yanked my jeans open, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing. She licked her lips, reaching for me, but I shook my head. “Turn over. Hands and knees.”

She obeyed instantly, her ass raised in the air, her pussy still glistening from her orgasm. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her, before slamming into her with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her walls clenching around me like a vice.

“Jesus, you take it so good,” I grunted, gripping her hips as I fucked her hard. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her high-pitched moans. Every time I bottomed out, she shuddered, her cunt pulsing around me.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against me. “Fuck me like you ride that bike—full throttle—”

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as I drilled into her, my balls slapping against her clit. She was mewling now, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. I could feel her tightening again, her pussy squeezing me like she wanted to milk my cock dry.

“Gonna come—” she sobbed, her whole body trembling.

“Yeah, you are,” I growled, slamming into her one last time before pulling out. I flipped her onto her back, dragging her to the edge of the couch. “Open your mouth.”

She did, her tongue out, eyes glazed with lust. I stroked my cock fast, the head glistening with pre-cum, before erupting all over her face. Ropes of hot cum splattered her lips, her tongue, her cheeks. She moaned, lapping up what she could, her fingers sliding between her legs to rub her clit as she watched me.

I collapsed onto the couch, pulling her against me. She smiled, tracing circles on my chest.

“So,” she whispered, “you gonna rev that engine for me again tomorrow?”

I laughed, already hard again. “Fuck yes.”