Victoria Parker

The hottest neighbors

AB-5444

CHAPTER ONE

Anne loved to fuck. She had loved to fuck ever since she was in high school, and now at twenty-nine, she still absolutely adored fucking. She could never get enough cock.

She walked into the bathroom where her husband Robert was shaving. He stood nude except for a white towel tied around his waist. He was a handsome man of forty, short brown hair, a lean taut body he kept in shape by daily jogging. He had a movie-star face, rugged, cut with definite lines, sky-blue eyes, and a proud chin that looked as though it had been hacked from solid granite.

Anne stood beside him and their eyes met in the mirror. Robert appraised his pretty wife. He towered over her. But what a body had been packed onto that little frame.

Anne looked splendid in a pair of tight white panties that were packed at the crotch by a lavishly thick carpet of brown pussy hair. Her huge tits were cupped saucily by a white bra. Nice tits. Big round tits. They were pushed together by the bra to form a juicy cleavage. She wore a pair of white high heels.

Anne smiled seductively at Robert in the mirror. His eyes were roaming her body, greedily scanning her tits, her pussy, her trim, shapely legs. Then he stared into her face.

Anne was a regal beauty. High cheek bones were carved to taut cheeks that flowed down to a square chin. Her forehead was shaped perfectly to her brown hair that had been cut short into bangs in the front and a perfect style on the sides and back, effecting a Jackie Kennedy look.

"My pussy is screaming for some cock," she whispered. She brought her hand around in back of Robert and caressed his fine ass, sliding one finger up and down the crack, over the damp towel, gliding it slowly until she finally slipped it down under the towel and shoved it up his ass.

"Jesus, baby," Robert whispered.