It’s A Beautiful Day In This Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor
I love Fridays—it’s the one day of the week you can really enjoy once you get home because of the sense of accomplishment. After all, how many people do you know that can put up with the shit you have to go through at work? Right when I leave that office on a Friday, I feel all freedomish—like Mel Gibson in Braveheart and shit, as it makes me realize there are days worth living for. Don’t get me wrong, my job is not half as bad as the average job, but it’s still a fuckin job—and I’m not going to get rich working for someone else.
As I was enjoying my Friday night smokeout session, I glanced across the way and noticed my neighbor getting fresh with herself again. Holy shit! The blinds were cracked in a way where only I (and maybe the person downstairs directly below me) could see everything going on in her place. Did she do that on purpose? Is the weed playing tricks on me? This was too good to be true. Blood rushed to my dick so quickly I didn’t have time to adjust it before it hit the guard rail on my balcony. We exchanged smiles and I went into my place and cracked my blinds precisely so that it was just me and her enjoying the moment.
She laid back and played with her nipples for me while I sat back and watched the show. She then motioned for me to take off my boxers and I obliged her; then, she took off her panties and pulled out a toy—all the while smirking in a cute seductive way towards me. The whore began to go TrashyToons.com on herself and I couldn’t help but stroke my cock to the rhythm of her panting; I couldn’t actually hear her, but I could—in my head. She looked into my eyes as I blasted my seed all over myself and she chuckled as she waved, heavily breathing. She twisted her blinds shut.
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