My Neighbor Sucked My Dick Dry

Lily Lane raps on Tyler Cruise's front door, hoping to find Mom and Dad. Instead she finds the kid home alone, and her pulse jumps like she just drew a winning hand. Months of sneaky mental replays flash through her head while she eyes the front of his jeans. She steps inside without waiting for an invitation, lets the door click shut behind her. One beat later her knees meet the entryway rug and her fingers are busy with his zipper. The sound echoes louder than it should. Tyler stands frozen, brain racing to catch up, but she already has him out—thick, half-hard, already twitching. Lily licks her lips, plants a teasing kiss right on the head, and sighs like she finally found a cold drink on a hot day. She opens wide and sinks down in one smooth motion, taking every inch until her nose brushes his belt. Saliva spills over her knuckles as she strokes what her mouth can’t swallow. Tyler grabs the doorframe, hips stuttering forward. Every wet slurp and tiny gag fills the silent house. She pulls off just long enough to grin up at him, strings of spit stretching from her bottom lip to his shiny cock. Then she dives in again, cheeks hollowing, tongue working overtime, chasing the finish she’s rehearsed in her mind a thousand times. The house stays quiet—except for the constant, lewd rhythm of Lily Lane getting the load she came for.