That Pervy Neighbor Of Mine - Kat Dior & Danny Mountain

Kat Dior was flipping through her mail when she caught Danny Mountain strolling past. Quick flash—she yanked her top down, one tit spilling out, and waved. He saw every inch. Days drag on. She keeps finding ways to show him exactly what she wants. He comes over to hang, she cracks the door wearing nothing but a towel, pretending the shower's waiting. Next time she's stuck in lingerie that clings to every curve and begs for his hands to free her. She drops to her hands and knees to show him "scratches" on the floor, bare ass in the air, no panties, wet and obvious. Danny cuts straight to it—asks if she wants him. She says yes. He admits he wants her too but hesitates, worried it will get weird between neighbors. She smirks. "Makes it hotter. We see each other every day." That flips the switch. He buries his face between her legs, tongue working her cunt until she shakes, then she drops to her knees and swallows his cock, spit dripping down her chin. She climbs on top and rides him hard, pussy gripping every inch while they fuck like they've been starving for it.