Late Night Secret

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Cindy wiped her husband’s sweat off of her bare chest just as he rolled off of her. Unsatisfied with his bedroom performance (for a while now), she always waited until he was sleep before tiptoeing to the bathroom to finish what he started. For some odd reason tonight, he didn’t fall asleep as quickly as he usually did. Cindy was sexually frustrated and needed to cum asap. It was all she was thinking about, tuning everything else out.”Baby, don’t you hear that?” he inquired.”Hear what?” she annoyingly asked.”That loud music. Sounds like it’s coming from our downstairs neighbor,” he replied.”Try to tune it out and go to sleep, dear,” she said.”It’s so loud; I can’t. I’m going to ask them to turn it down.”Cindy sat up as he began to get out of the bed. “You’re going to knock on Anya’s door half naked at two o’clock in the morning?” Cindy’s jealousy of her hot, young neighbor surfaced. I don’t think so. I’ll do it.””OK, hurry back,” he instructed.Only if you’re sleep, she thought. Cindy hurriedly rushed out her front door wearing her thin robe to shield her sexy lingerie she’d worn for her husband. She decided putting on clothes were unnecessary; she was only going to ask her neighbor to turn her music down and back to her apartment she would go to masturbate.Down the steps and up to Anya’s door in seconds. Cindy extended her closed fist to knock. When she did, the door gradually opened. Who leaves their door unlocked at this time of the night? Cindy thought. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, Cindy found herself güvenilir bahis slowly entering Anya’s apartment.”Anya?” she called loudly, trying to speak louder than the blasting music from Anya’s bedroom. Cindy looked down to see a trail of red and white rose petals surrounded by lit candles that led from the front door down the hallway. Cindy followed to see where they ended, which was at Anya’s ajar bedroom door. Nervously, Cindy descended down the hall. I hope she’s OK, Cindy kept thinking as she enclosed the distance between herself and Anya’s bedroom. Cindy pressed her face close to the door’s crack to peak inside the dimly lit room. Cindy gasped as she witnessed Anya’s tanned body in the nude. Knowing it was wrong to spy on this girl’s private time with herself, Cindy’s feet remained frozen in place. She was unable to tear her eyes from the enticing scene.Anya was completely nude, laying on her back, with her right hand buried inside of her shaved pink velvet. As her fingering increased, Anya’s lower body kept jerking upward. Her perky mounds bouncing, broadcasting her erect nipples. Anya used her left hand to hold onto the edge of her bed, often digging her nails into the mattress. Cindy bit down her bottom lip as her own womanhood began to pulsate. The loud music began to face, signaling the end of the song was near. As the volume decreased, Anya’s moans were audible. Her yelps turned Cindy on. Taking her eyes off of Anya, Cindy looked down to see how excited this was making her. Her warm juices güvenilir bahis siteleri were trickling down her thigh.”Like what you see?” a sweet voice inquired.Cindy stumbled back, noticing Anya standing face to face with her. With raised eyebrows, Anya questioned, “What are you doing in my apartment?”Stuttering, Cindy found it hard to explain. She’d forgotten her original purpose was to ask her to turn her music down. Out of lust, her new purpose was get off on watching Anya get off. Of course, Cindy couldn’t tell Anya that.Finally, the right words came out. “Your music. It’s a little too loud, and I came to ask you to turn it down please.””Only if you’re done faking it for your husband,” Anya shot back.”Ex-excuse me,” Cindy stumbled over her words.”I turned my music up to drain out the sounds of yall fucking,” she said.”Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know we were that loud,” Cindy giggled, blushing from the embarrassing revelation. “We’ll promise to keep it down if you keep your music down.””I got a better proposal,” Anya smiled her nude body stepped closer to Cindy. “I’ll promise to keep my music turned up to the maximum…” Anya’s voice trailed off as her lips collided with Cindy’s soft lips.Cindy pushed her back. She used the back of her hand to erase the wetness from Anya’s lips. “What the hell…” Cindy frowned.Anya kept an evil smile plastered on her face. She inserted her index finger in her mouth then let it journey down between her breast to her navel before Cindy said anything.”Stop it,” Cindy iddaa siteleri demanded.”No, you need to stop faking it for your husband and really be pleased,” Anya said. “I know he’s not doing it right. I can tell by your false screams. Let me remind you how…””I’m not gay, and I’m not cheating on my husband!””You think you’re not gay, but I say otherwise. You just watched me masturbate. You’re only inches away from my naked body. In no way have I restricted you from leaving. Here you remain, dripping your cum on my floor.”Guilty as charge, Cindy looked down. The evidence was oozing down her legs, proving there was a fire blazing between her legs. Unable to look Anya in the eyes, Cindy announced it was time for her to go back to her apartment. Anya did not stop her; Cindy secretly hoped she would. Cindy turned and headed the opposite way of the hall. Suddenly, she heard Anya moaning behind her. Instinctively her head turned around to see what was going on.Anya was leaning against the wall with one of her legs resting on the wall in front of her. With her fingers between her legs again, she cooed at how well she was making herself feel. Anya used her free hand to squeeze one of her breast and occasionally raised her boob to her lips to lick her own nipple. Anya’s eyes were locked on Cindy; Cindy’s eyes were frozen on Anya as her walking pace decelerated.”Oh shittt. I’m gonna make myself cum. Oh shittt, oh shittt,” Anya cried as she slid down the wall to the floor. With her legs ajar, she continued to feed her fingers to her wet pussy. She was turned at an angel where Cindy had full viewing access. “Ohhh, ohhh, hmmmm, shittt. Here, here I cummmmmmmmmmmm!” Anya removed her hand. On cue, her pussy squirting her bodily fluids into the air for several seconds.

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