Brandon just stared at her, not believing what she was doing. Was his neighbor really going to do what it looked like? He sucked in a breath as she reached for the front of his sweatpants, reached in, and pulled out his raging hard-on. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his c**k, still staring at him as she did, biting her lower lip.
When she glanced down at his manhood, she licked her lips. “Now, that’s a thick c**k,” she purred.
Brandon watched as she lowered her head, running her tongue over the tip of his shaft and lapping up the pre-c*m that had pooled there, twirling her tongue around his velvet helmet. He felt himself shift in the chair, sliding more to the edge to give her more room. He gripped the side of his chair, not sure what else to do with his hands as she ran her
