The female neighbor is the wife of a wealthy man.

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Perhaps I should introduce my neighbor, this bitch. She's a mature woman, a charming young woman, married to a good husband—a 65-year-old man with billions in assets and billions in gray hair. That damned old man drives off every day in his stretch Lincoln to manage his large company, leaving the young woman next door all alone in her empty, 500-square-meter luxury villa.

I'm fortunate enough to live next to a millionaire's villa, even though I only rent a room on the third floor.

Compared to my 65-year-old neighbor, I'm a complete pauper in terms of wealth, but as a fitness instructor, he's the real pauper in terms of physique. Every morning at 8 o'clock, I would hide behind the curtains and watch the beautiful young woman in a see-through lace nightgown see her old, aging husband off. Beneath her nightgown, a black thong tightly clung to her round, pert buttocks. As for her upper body, sometimes

she wore various sexy bras, and sometimes she went completely braless. In any case, her large breasts always managed to create a perfect curve in the nightgown. At these moments, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

This morning, to be precise, it was a warm Sunday morning. After getting up, I stood behind the curtains as usual, my strong upper body bare, enjoying the refreshing morning breeze while observing the neighbors' movements.

The wealthy old man left on time, unsurprisingly. Before leaving, he pointed at his wife's red BMW, seemingly blaming it for being parked on the lawn, gathering too much dust. Sure enough, after the old man left, the young woman went back inside and changed into a tight white tank top and low-waisted denim shorts. She then went to the lawn in front of the house, carrying a hose, intending to give the red car a thorough wash.

She seemed quite interested as she sprayed water on the car, her long, wavy, dark brown hair fluttering in the morning breeze.

I wondered what brand of shampoo the rich man's young wife used? Was it the same "Clear" as mine, or some more expensive, unheard-of foreign brand? I really wanted to get close enough to smell her hair; no matter what brand of shampoo she used, her long hair must smell wonderful… I couldn't help but think of a song lyric, "My hand through your black hair," and suddenly a restless feeling stirred within me. I drew back the curtains and opened the window wider, taking a deep breath into the air, as if I could smell a hint of the beautiful young woman's alluring fragrance in the breeze.

Seemingly sensing something, the young woman, who had her back to me, suddenly turned around. She immediately saw me standing by the window, my broad chest and muscular pectoral muscles. She actually smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. She even waved at me! Good heavens, for a moment I thought I was dreaming. That alluring young woman was actually smiling and waving to a half-naked man! But what truly drew my attention were her breasts, trembling like white rabbits. Her white, tight-fitting tank top perfectly outlined her firm breasts and slender waist. And

what was truly captivating was the two grape-like nipples on the white tank top, a faint, dark pink.

This slut, she really does like keeping her breasts "vacuum-less"! Having feasted my eyes on her, my lower body inexplicably became erect, the large glans even throbbing twice inside my underwear. I was incredibly aroused.

The shovel kept dumping dirt on me, my broad chest now almost completely buried in yellow earth. Two hours ago, it was this damned, strong chest that had attracted the attention of that restless bitch. Unfortunately, from now on, it would never be able to attract women again.

Perhaps, the real culprit was that damned water hose.

Yes, it was that unfortunate, dark rubber hose, held in the young woman's hand, spraying water onto the red car, washing away patches of dust. But before it had even finished its task, it had "gone on strike"! It suddenly

stopped spraying water, leaving the poor beauty standing there, bewildered.

Women are women, after all; when faced with a problem, their brains "go blank." The young woman stared at the hose, which was no longer spraying water, shook it a couple of times, and seeing that no water came out, she didn't know what to do.

Someone once said there's a law in this world: any beautiful woman, when faced with a difficult situation, her first thought is to seek a man's help. Whoever said that is truly brilliant! The beautiful young woman, after discovering she couldn't get the hose working again, muttered to herself, "What's wrong? The hose's broken." Then she called out to me, "Hey—aren't you going to come down and help me?" "Coming! Right away!" I agreed almost without hesitation.

I quickly washed up and got dressed, even considering stuffing something into my pants to show off my impressive "assets," but I quickly abandoned that foolish idea. I went downstairs and jogged to the next room. In front of the lawn, the young woman stood there, holding the hose, looking at me with a worried expression, completely helpless.

"Don't worry, let me take a look," I said, waving reassuringly, and then inspected the hose.

Actually, the hose's "malfunction" was negligible; it had simply been caught under the rear tire of a car while being dragged. I freed it with one finger, and with a "pop," the hose was working again.

"Ah!" A young woman behind me suddenly cried out in surprise. I turned around and was met with a breathtakingly beautiful scene that almost made my nose bleed.

It turned out that the woman hadn't noticed that when the water hose resumed spraying, it was aimed directly at her. Needless to say, a powerful jet of water shot straight onto her body, instantly soaking her tight-fitting vest. Her breasts were clearly visible against the wet fabric, and my gaze was immediately drawn to her chest, unable to look away.

She blushed, gently covering her chest with her hands, and chuckled self-deprecatingly, saying, "I didn't expect to take a cold shower so early in the morning." Her breasts were so large that one hand couldn't cover them at all. She seemed to notice my gaze and subtly leaned forward. It made me almost reach out and grab them.

"Looks like I need to go inside and change," she said with a coquettish smile. "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?" "Of course," I replied with a smile, following her into the luxurious villa.

The villa's living room was lavishly furnished: leather sofas, a complete floor-standing projector home theater system, mahogany furniture, and numerous famous paintings on the walls… The beautiful young woman didn't seem inclined to settle me in the living room; she led me through it and upstairs.

"When I need a man's help, he's never around,"

she said, turning to chat as she climbed the stairs. "Luckily, you're here." "You're welcome," I replied.

She swayed as she walked up, her round, pert buttocks bouncing from side to side, making my heart flutter. Her denim shorts couldn't contain her entire backside; half of her firm buttocks were exposed, almost touching my face. Her skin was so smooth, her long, beautiful legs, her alluring buttocks… I really wanted to kiss them.

Suddenly, she turned her head, looking into my eyes, and said, "Are you… staring at my butt?" My face flushed instantly. Having a woman so blatantly expose a man's lust was utterly humiliating.

Just as I was wondering how to explain, she touched her buttocks with one hand and said teasingly,

"Little pervert... isn't my butt pretty?"

Of course it was pretty, didn't you see I was practically drooling? I nodded hurriedly.

She turned around and said, "If you want to see, you'll like this." With that, she led me upstairs to her bedroom.

There was a large mirror by the bedroom door, and diagonally opposite it was a round bed covered in warm-colored sheets. Beside the bed were several tall green plants and a sofa in the same warm colors. The curtains were open, letting in plenty of sunlight.

"This is it," she said, pointing suggestively to the round bed, her tone slightly joking. "I didn't expect to get so wet outside..." Who knew if she meant her clothes were wet, or something else?

"Uh, why don't you change first?" I suggested.

"Okay, these two outfits... which one do you think looks better?" She picked up two bikinis from the bed, winking mischievously at me.

This little vixen, was she planning to change into a bikini for me? Oh, no wonder she said I'd like this one on the stairs!

"The yellow one!" I said, playing along with her playfully.

"Heh, I like this one too. Let me try it on for you." She put down another pink bikini, preparing to take off her wet tank top.

I chuckled inwardly as I watched her slowly pull up her white tank top, gradually revealing her snow-white breasts. When half of one breast was exposed, she laughed and said, "Little pervert, turn around. Don't peek!" I turned around reluctantly, only to be pleasantly surprised to find the beautiful young woman perfectly reflected in the large mirror by the door. Whether intentionally or not, her eyes never looked in the mirror; she simply continued to slowly pull down her tank top, and her magnificent D-cup breasts, freed from the tank top's constraints, bounced happily. My penis instantly became erect again.

The young woman continued to unbutton her denim shorts, then turned her back and pulled them down. She wasn't wearing underwear; her devilish figure was fully displayed in the mirror. I began to swallow hard, the "glug, glug" sound surely audible to her.

She turned slightly to the side, her perfect double "S" curves almost making me want to turn away. This detestable yet adorable young woman glanced in the mirror, her eyes brimming with irresistible allure.

She extended her slender finger and beckoned to the mirror.

She finally couldn't resist. I laughed inwardly.

I turned around, clicking my tongue as I stared at her, my gaze roaming over her naked, snow-white skin, thoroughly lewdly examining her entire body.

She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to display her neatly shaved genitals. Rich men really know how to play; she's shaved so smoothly. It looks amazing, and it must be even more amazing to fuck her. Her fingers moved down to her genitals, gently stroking her clitoris, letting out wanton moans.

"Want to help me?" Sure enough, she was seducing me.

I stepped forward, bent down, and knelt before the bed. "Would you like me to help you with my fingers, or my tongue?" I teased her.

She grabbed my thick, bony middle finger and gasped, "Use it first." I first put my middle finger into her mouth, and she sucked on it vigorously with her tongue, coating my finger with saliva.

Then I withdrew my finger and aimed it at her honey pot, which was already secreting glistening, lustful fluid.

My finger slowly slid into her little cunt, tracing the folds of her vaginal walls.

"Oh—" she moaned, twisting her hips in rhythm with the thrusting of my finger. Her honey pot, like a small mouth, held my middle finger, swirling around with her hips.

I felt my middle finger becoming increasingly lubricated inside her vagina, so I increased the pressure and dug deeper.

"Ah...ah...right there!" She grabbed my hand and guided it. My middle finger was pressing against a small, protruding fleshy spot inside her vagina.

"G-spot?" I tentatively pressed against that small fleshy spot a couple more times. With each press, the young woman trembled all over.

It really was her G-spot—the legendary most sensitive part of a woman's body. Since I found it so easily, it wouldn't be right not to teach her a lesson.

I increased the pressure on her wrist, pressing my fingers against her small fleshy mound and shaking it rapidly.

"Mmm... mmm..." Her breathing grew heavier, and more vaginal fluid seeped out from her lower body. "Mmm... you little pervert, harder! Ah—ah—ah—" Looking at her slutty appearance, I hardened my heart and used all my strength, my fingers making "slap slap" sounds inside her vagina. Her labia were turned to the sides, and the pink flesh inside her vagina was covered in vaginal fluid, exuding a lewd aura.

"Oh—mmm…keep going! Don't stop! Ahh! I love you so much—mmm!" She let out loud moans, and under my rapid finger assault, she was on the verge of climax. So I worked even harder. After about thirty seconds, her moans suddenly rose, each one trailing off with a long, drawn-out sound: "Aww—aww—I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm coming!" Her whole body convulsed, her flesh trembling, her breasts shaking violently, and a milky white liquid gushed from her vagina, just like when a man ejaculates.

"Ah—so good!" she sighed contentedly. "You little pervert, come and lick it for me." I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and licked the white liquid, the strong, pungent smell filling my nostrils. With each lick, her entire buttocks trembled violently, and several more streams of white liquid gushed out, which I swallowed.

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