Saturday, Sonia was restless, her body craving more. She slipped into her white camisole at home, the cum-stained fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples hard, her clit glistening and visible, the arrow of hair a bold statement. Rohan was at the gym, the kids playing outside with friends. Sonia stepped out to the apartment courtyard, spotting Aryan, the neighbor’s son, now 18, kicking a football with friends. His eyes locked on her, a knowing grin spreading—he’d seen her stairwell encounters, his smile always playful, never judging.
“Hey, Aryan,” she called, leaning against a pillar, the camisole riding up to flash her pussy, her clit exposed. He jogged over, his friends distracted, and she led him to a quiet corner near the parking lot, the camisole barely covering her. “Wanna have some fun?” she whispered, her breasts spilling out, nipples grazing his chest. Aryan nodded, his eyes hungry, and she pushed him against a wall, unzipping his jeans, his cock hard and ready. She straddled him, guiding him into her pussy, her clit rubbing against him as she rode, her moans soft but reckless, her breasts bouncing, fully exposed through the armholes.
Unbeknownst to her, Rohan had returned early, parking his car nearby. He followed them, his breath catching as he watched from behind a van, his arousal battling a flicker of shock—she hadn’t told him about Aryan. The kid fucked her hard, her pussy gripping him, her clit throbbing, and he pulled out, cumming on her face and clit, white streaks dripping down her cheeks and pussy. Aryan grinned, zipping up, and ran off to rejoin his friends, shouting, “Gotta play!” Sonia adjusted her camisole, cum dripping, and turned to walk back.
“Sonia,” Rohan’s voice cut through, sharp and low, from behind a tree. She froze, speechless, her heart pounding, cum glistening on her face and clit, the camisole a stained rag. “You fucked the neighbor kid,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes dark with anger and arousal. “You’re cheating behind my back.”
Sonia’s breath caught, fear mixing with thrill. “Rohan, I—” she stammered, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a secluded corner of the courtyard, the evening shadows hiding them. “You’re my whore,” he growled, his voice shaking, “but you don’t hide this from me.” He pushed her against a wall, his fingers brushing the cum on her clit, his eyes burning. “You scared me,” she whispered, her body trembling, but he knelt, licking the cum from her pussy, his tongue swirling over her clit, cleaning Aryan’s load, then her face, savoring every drop.
He stood, unzipping his jeans, and fucked her right there, her camisole hiked up, breasts bouncing, her pussy wet and used, her moans loud in the open air. “You’re mine,” he said, thrusting deep, “but I want you to fuck more. Everyone. Everywhere.” He came inside her, her orgasm crashing through, the courtyard empty but the risk of neighbors hearing her screams electrifying.
Sonia nodded, her body buzzing, Rohan’s acceptance a twisted freedom. “Bring me more guys,” she whispered, cum still crusted on her skin, her clit glistening. “I’ll fuck them all.” Rohan smirked, his hand on her ass, guiding her back to the apartment, her camisole barely covering her, the city alive with new possibilities for her endless craving.