Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Dripping For My Neighbor#3

Sylvia's Pov(Dripping for My Neighbor).

I walked back home from Sam’s place feeling like I was floating on air. My legs were still a little shaky, my p***y sore in the best way, and my whole body buzzed with satisfaction I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t stop smiling.

The next morning I woke up grinning like an i***t. The bed beside me was empty, Marcus hadn’t come home last night. Good. I didn’t even care where he was. I felt satisfied, properly f****d for once, and my body was already craving more. I wanted Sam again. I wanted him to bend me over and destroy me until I couldn’t walk straight.

I made breakfast anyway, humming to myself while I cooked. Every few minutes I glanced out the big living room window toward Sam’s house, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Nothing. The disappointment hit me hard. At the same time, I was dying to tell someone what happened. I had the dirty pictures he took of me saved on my phone, but who could I show them to? I was a married woman. I had just cheated on my husband… and the craziest part? I didn’t feel one ounce of guilt. Why should I? Marcus never knew how to f**k me right. He deserved it.

I spent the day scrolling through social media and trying to read a book on my tablet, but my mind kept drifting back to Sam’s thick c**k stretching me open, the way he pounded me so hard I saw stars.

Then my phone buzzed with a text.

**Look outside your window.**

My heart jumped. I walked over to the big glass and pulled the curtain back just a little.

There he was.

Sam stood in his living room window, shirt off, pants pushed down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around that thick, veiny c**k, slowly stroking it up and down while he stared straight at me. Even from across the gap between our houses, I could see how hard he was, the head shiny with precum.

Fuck.

My p***y instantly got wet. I bit my lip and waved shyly. He smirked and stroked himself a little faster, giving me a clear view.

I couldn’t help it. I reached down, slipped my hand into my shorts, and started rubbing my swollen c**t in slow circles. My other hand pulled my top up so my t**s were out. I pinched my n****e hard, imagining it was Sam’s mouth on me again.

He kept jerking off, eyes locked on me, his abs flexing with every stroke. I slid two fingers inside my dripping p***y and started pumping them, matching his rhythm. The wet sounds filled my living room. I was so turned on I was trembling.

That’s when I heard the front door open.

Shit. Marcus was home.

I yanked my hand out of my shorts fast, pulled my top down, and rushed toward the door before he could look toward the window.

“Welcome home!” I said brightly, throwing my arms around him and hugging him tight. I even kissed him on the lips, something I almost never did.

Marcus pulled back, looking confused. “Why are you being so sweet all of a sudden?”

He knew I hated him.

I smiled innocently. “Let’s just say I’m a changed person now. I want my husband to f**k me so hard today.”

His eyes widened. Before he could say anything else, I pulled him into the living room and started kissing him again, making sure my body blocked his view of the window. I could still see Sam out of the corner of my eye, he hadn’t stopped. His hand was moving faster on his c**k, watching us.

Marcus sat down heavily on the couch. I didn’t waste time. I straddled him, crossing my legs around his waist, and quickly unbuckled his trousers. His d**k was already half-hard. I pulled it out, lined it up with my soaked p***y, and sank down on it in one smooth motion.

“Oh f**k…” I moaned, but in my head it wasn’t Marcus I was riding.

It was Sam.

I started bouncing up and down hard, slamming my ass against his thighs. Every time I came down I ground my c**t against him, imagining Sam’s thick c**k stretching me instead. My t**s bounced wildly under my top. I rode him faster, rougher than I ever had before.

Through the window I could see Sam clearly. He was stroking himself furiously now, eyes glued to me, lips parted. The sight made me even wetter.

“Damn, Sylvia,” Marcus groaned beneath me, hands gripping my hips. “Since when do you f**k like this?”

Since ever.

I leaned forward, riding him even harder, my p***y making loud wet slapping sounds. “I’ve always been like this… you just never noticed.”

I kept pounding up and down, faster and faster, my juices dripping down ’s balls. In my mind Sam was the one f*****g me, slamming into me from below, gripping my ass, calling me his dirty little slut.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I cried out loud, p***y clenching tight around Marcus’s d**k as I came hard, shaking and gasping. The pleasure crashed through me so intensely my vision blurred for a second.

Marcus grunted and came too, spilling inside me with a few weak thrusts.

But I wasn’t looking at him.

My eyes were on Sam.

He had his head thrown back, hand flying on his c**k. Then he tensed up and started shooting thick ropes of c*m all over his hand and stomach. When he finished, he looked straight at me, lifted his c*m-covered hand to his mouth, and slowly licked it clean, sucking his fingers while staring into my eyes.

My p***y twitched again just watching him.

Marcus was still breathing heavy underneath me, clueless. “That was… wow.”

I smiled down at him, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “It really was.”