The friendly neighbour

THE FRIENDLY NEIGBHOUR BY @DEOLUBUBBLE
 
Uncle, please stop, Funmi begged.
The begging wasn’t exactly the kind of that was meant to be honoured.
And here is my reason why.
Funmi is a 300-level s€×y 18-year-old neighbour’s daughter, who always flirts with me especially when she notices I’m leaving my apartment early in the morning. That is when she thinks it is best to go out to buy something or just have some business outside.
She is always clad in either singlet or t-shirt that is really tight, with no b-ra underneath. Not wanting to be the ho-ny uncle, I always try as much as possible to look away. But she always seem so excited and actually stands in my way, forcing me to stare at those n-pples aggressively visible on the shirt. The angle where the n-pples sit on her chest, makes me wonder how incredibly perky those b-obs are.
I would greet her and look up, smile a little and move on, ask her about her folks and just be nice generally.
I wasn’t feeling so good this particular day, so I left work early. I went straight home.
I went to The Palms to buy grub. My main aim was to go home, relax, catch up on a new show and just relax and enjoy my mini day off. As I got home, I carried the plastic bags with my laptop bag. I wasn’t struggling with them really and proceeded to my flat where I met Funmi on the stairs. She was fully dressed as she was going somewhere. She quizzed me about coming home early. I gave her the response like I usually would, not looking at her face.
She looked at me with pity and collected the bag from me. I was already at my door hence I didn’t need help, but I couldn’t talk her out of it. She followed me into my apartment, helped put them in the fridge. Then she put the grub on the table for me to eat. I came back to the living room in shorts and a shirt as I didn’t trust myself with Funmi. I didn’t wear my boxer short, but knee-length shorts.
She asked for a favour. She wanted my help with a Maths assignment from school. I said no wahala.
I continued watching my show and eating. My air conditioner had kicked in. It was cold everywhere. Funmi strolled back in, with bum shorts and the singlet and as usual, without her b-ra. I was forced to ask why she undressed.
 
She claimed she just got back from school when I saw her.
She sat at the dining table, opened her book and buried her head in the assignment. I walked over to the dining table and sat beside her to look at the assignment. It was differentiation, which I could help with, but the sight of the b-obs was a big distraction for me. I stood up and went behind her back, bent in beside her head and my hands went directly for her b-obs.
My hands stayed on her b-obs for a while, car-ssing them softly. She threw her head to the back. I grabbed the b-obs h-rder, feeling them more.
Uncle, please stop, Funmi begged.
How could I stop? It’s not possible. The softness of her b-obs was spectacular, the feel against my hands were divine. I could m-ssage her b-obs all day.
Uncle… please, Funmi said in soft er*t*c voice.
I did not stop. I pulled the shirt from her belly up, took it off her and my goodness, the sight of her b-obs are a wonder to behold from the view! She began to push her back into me, trying to feel my er-ction with her back. Funmi rubbed my arms as I continued to m-ssage her b-obs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up and we k-ssed slowly and super er*t*c.
Without any bother in the world, I yanked off her bum short and as I rightly guessed, she wasn’t wearing any p-nties. I pulled down my trousers, made her bend on the table belly down. The p*ssy was staring back at me. I put a finger in to feel her wetness and it was overwhelming.
I grabbed my d*ck and rubbed the tip. It was getting h-rder, Funmi’s ass was beautiful to behold. She put her face to the side on the table, pushing her notebook as far down the table without falling off as possible. I held her wa-ist as I gently guided my d*ck into her p*ssy.
Oh my Gawd!!!
Close Up PicturesThe sweet feeling of a w-t, tight p*ssy. My d*ck moved in and out smoothly.Her p*ssy had already been flooded. I could feel the walls of her p*ssy holding my d*ck, tightening against it. My h¡ps began to increase the tempo, with my hands holding onto her wa-ist. She opened her legs w¡der, giving me a better position in between her legs.
She began to mo-n slowly as the tempo increased. Funmi started slapping the table, as the tip of my d*ck touched the extreme of her p*ssy and the mo-ns became louder. I removed my hands from her wa-ist and placed it flat on the table. I slowed down the speed of my wa-ist slamming into her p*ssy.
She began to hit her soft ass against my inner thighs. I grabbed her wa-ist and went auto-pilot on her p*ssy, as fast as my wa-ist could go. After a while, I removed my d*ck, and turned her around. This time she was looking up at me. I grabbed one b-ob, while the other hand was flat on the table for stamina.
Her mouth was left ajar, with little sound escaping from her vocal chords, while the other hand firmly squeezed her b-obs, isolating the n-pples in between her fingers. I joined in the fun, squeezing the b-obs with intensity and that’s when the mo-ns increased.
My d*ck in,side was home finally. So this is what she wanted. I loved it too. The air conditioner was blowing at its best, but the heat of our s€× was still there.
I could feel my seed. I ejected my d*ck from her p*ssy and blasted it onto her belly. My goodness! This is exactly what I needed. I feel better already.
I left her on the table, yanked off my shorts, and went to the sofa. I sat there, trying to recover my strength. She came over, sat on the floor in between my legs, with her face in between my thighs, looking at my d*ck in the eye. She looked at my face, with her hands holding up my d*ck from the tip and giving it a good lick from the bottom to the tip of the d*ck.
I hope this assignment arrangement  lasts for a long time to come.
 
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