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My Neighbor is a Pornstar!
Date: 2025-08-13, HD Video / 1015 Pictures
Jena is standing at her window, holding a drape partially open with her hand, looking intently at something. She shakes her head, obviously not pleased about whatever she sees. “I can’t believe this John.” There’s an audible sigh somewhere behind her and then John says, “What now?” Without even turning around, Jena says, “What do you mean what now? It’s her. I know it’s her. We shouldn’t have someone like her living next door.” John doesn’t answer. Jena finally turns around without letting go of the drape. “Hello,” she says toward John. “Don’t you agree?” John sighs again. “I think you should just ignore it,” he says. His voice says he isn’t really even paying attention. Jena exhales loudly, definitely not happy that he isn’t paying attention. “Do you even know who I’m talking about,” Jena asks, perturbed. No answer. Jena shakes her head again, aggravated and turns back to peek out the window drape she’s still holding open. Immediately, she lets go of the drape and quickly steps back behind it. “Shit, she saw me looking,” Jena says. “If we’re going out, you need to get ready,” John says, his voice fading as he walks away from wherever he is. Jena pauses for a moment. She goes to sneak one more peek out of the drape, and quickly drops it again. “Shit,” she says. She finally heads off to get ready. A bit later, there is a knock at the front door. Jena yells out, asking John to answer that. Moments later, another knock. Still nothing. Jena approaches the door, muttering under her breath about how she has to do everything. She’s wearing a short skirt and a halter top that shows off her midsection and is held in place only by a zipper that goes from top to bottom in the front. She finds her neighbor Serene standing there. An almost audible gulp comes from Jena. “Hi. I’m Serene,” the neighbor says, extending her hand. Jena doesn’t know whether to close the door, shake her hand or recoil as if it will burn her. Finally she slowly reaches out and shakes Serene’s hand. Serene is wearing short shorts and t-shirt with obviously no bra as her nipples and piercings are pressing against the thin fabric. As the women shake hands, Serene takes a step inside. “Mind if I come in,” Serene asks, although it comes out more as a statement than question. She’s already walking in and passes by Jena. “Well actually,” Jena says, “my husband and I are getting ready to go out for the evening. So maybe some other time,” although Jena doesn’t really mean the offer. Serene just glances around, taking the place in. She turns to Jena and smiles. “Oh I just wanted to introduce myself. Can’t we just visit for a few minutes until you leave? I don’t see your husband around at the moment,” Serene says. Jena is about to say something when Serene continues. “I mean after all, you’ve been watching me for some time now, so I figured you wanted to hang out or something.” Jena lets out an almost embarrassed laugh. “I don’t know… I mean… I haven’t been watching. I- I’ve just been waiting for a package and,” Jena starts to stutter through false excuses. “Must be some package,” Serene says, a finger tracing the neckline of her shirt as she smiles seductively almost at Jena. Another small embarrassed laugh from Jena. “Well, can’t we just visit for a few moments until your husband is ready,” Serene asks. Using this as a great escaping point from the spying conversation, Jena quickly agrees. Both women head into the living room. Jena sits down on the couch first. She’s a bit taken aback when Serene sits too, but instead of on the love seat or opposite end of the couch, she ends up sitting right next to Jena. Jena quickly shifts on the couch to put some distance between them. Both women stare at one another for a few moments in silence. “So what’s your name,” Serene finally asks. Jena seems hesitant at first. “Jena,” she finally admits. “Nice meeting you finally Jena,” Serene says. “Like I said, I’m Serene.” Jena almost scowls. “Oh I know exactly who you are,” Jena says condescendingly. Serene just ignores the tone. “So that’s it… now I understand,” Serene starts. “You’re a fan, and just too shy to reach out.” Jena lets out a fake laugh. “I don’t fucking think so,” Jena hisses. Serene just smiles at her. “Well, then how do you know who I am,” Serene asks. “I mean, if you’re not a fan, then you should have no idea who I am right?” Jena doesn’t know how to answer at first. She looks around, almost afraid as if anyone will hear her. “Not that it’s any of your business… but my husband enjoys lesbian porn. And while I’m not into women, I’ll sometimes watch with him to… you know, see if that spices things up,” Jena finally admits. “And I know a lot of his favorite lesbian scenes are with you in it.” Serene nods knowingly. “So you’re threatened then,” Serene asks. Jena shakes her head as if Serene is crazy. “No way,” Jena disagrees. “I just don’t approve of what you do in general. And I don’t think having you around this neighborhood is a good thing,” Jena says defiantly. Serene lets out a little laugh. “You’re hot when you’re flustered,” Serene almost purrs. Jena was not expecting that response at all and can only stutter a bit. Nothing coherent at all. Serene continues, “Are you sure that’s what it is? I mean, maybe you’ve actually been a bit turned on yourself when you watch me. And now don’t know how to feel or act with me around as your neighbor.” Jena seems stunned by the mere thought. “You’re crazy,” Jena says, shaking her head. “I told you, I’m not into women. Besides, I’m happily married. I just think you might not be the best fit around here, and I think you should know that. You know… before others around the area might talk.” Serene just smiles. Her legs spread just a bit as her finger traces her thigh. Jena again, seems taken aback by the move, not sure how to respond. “That’s awfully nice of you,” Serene says. “Just looking out for my best interest right?” Jena nods her head as if Serene is finally getting it. Although, she can’t quite take her eyes off Serene’s finger tracing as it moves inside her thigh. Serene pauses a moment to take a good luck at Jena and what she is wearing. “You know what I think,” she starts. She gets up and moves a little closer on the couch. Jena looks around, unsure. “I think things are stale in your relationship. That’s why you spend time watching me through your window.” Jena starts to shake her head but doesn’t say anything. “And I think that’s why you watch the porn with your husband. And I think that’s why you’re dressing like that. I mean look at that outfit. I’d be all over you,” Serene says, almost a whisper at this point. Jena can only gulp now, completely thrown off her game. Desire leans in closer. “Look at this,” as she reaches toward Jena’s top. Jena leans back, but has no where really to go. Desire starts playing with the end of the zipper holding the entire top in place, her fingers just flicking it. “This tight top and only a zipper between me and them.” She then lets her fingers move downward until they now play with the very edge of the short skirt. “And this skirt… so short. And let me guess,” she goes to pull at the edge, and Jena quickly knocks her hand away. Serene smiles seductively. Playfully. “No panties,” Serene guesses. “The whole outfit just screams easy access and take me now… hoping that your husband will finally give you some of that attention you’re craving.” Jena realizes she was holding her breath. “You’re wrong. I mean. That’s none of your business,” Jena can only get out, barely above a whisper. “I- I think it’s time you left,” Jena says half-heartedly. Serene starts tracing Jena’s thigh this time with her finger. “Oh I don’t think so,” Serene says. “The thing is, right now you’re intrigued. On edge. You don’t know what to do with these new feelings,” Serene says. “You’ve seen my work. You’ve seen my skills,” she whispers, leaning in even closer. “And that’s nothing compared to what I can do to you right now,” Serene teases, her mouth close to Jena’s ear now. Suddenly John’s voice echoes from nearby. “Sorry Jena, gonna have to take a rain check on tonight. My buddy just got to town a day sooner than expected and I’m gonna run go meet him. We’ll go out this weekend,” he calls out. Jena can only mouth the words at first. “But John-” she finally squeaks out. “-you promised…” Her eyes locked onto Serene’s as she is calling out. A moment later, the front door closes. Serene gives an understanding shake of her head.
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The Cunning Linguist!
Date: 2025-08-07, HD Video / 1015 Pictures
Puck and Cherry are seated in the living room opposite each other. Several seconds pass and there is an almost uncomfortable silence in the air. Puck kind of looking around the room a bit, just giving a small glance every now and then at Cherry with a nervous smile on her face. Cherry meanwhile, is just staring at Puck the whole time. Finally, Puck clears her throat. "So, how was your trip in," Puck asks Cherry. She gets no response. Puck waits a few moments, definitely nerves on edge. "How long are you staying," she now asks Cherry. Again, there is no answer. Puck looks around again. She notices the looks Cherry are giving her are a bit strange. She looks down at her watch. "I'm sure John will be home any time now," Puck says. She gives a little nervous laugh and says, "You know your brother. Always work, work, work, with that one." A few moments pass and still nothing. Puck is almost at her wits end, when Cherry finally speaks up. And her short response is completely in Serbian. Puck can only stare at Cherry for a moment, unsure of what to say. She has no idea that Cherry was actually saying that John was a fool for letting work keep him away from someone that looked as hot as Puck. Puck lets out an uneasy laugh. "I'm not sure what you are saying," Puck admits. "I don't speak Serbian." She then quickly adds, "Although I should. I really should. Such a beautiful language." Cherry has a small smile as if she is enjoying this. Once again, Cherry says something in Serbian. Puck shrugs, completely oblivious to the fact that Cherry says she can show her a thing or two. Puck rubs her hands together, trying to figure out how to get out of this. "Would you like something to drink," Puck asks. Cherry smiles almost seductively. Puck is unsure of what she is seeing with the way Cherry is looking at her. Cherry responds again in Serbian. Puck has no clue that Cherry just asked her if she squirts. Puck laughs and nods her head yes a bit. "Yes... maybe," Puck says. "I'm not sure if that's the right response to what you're saying, but let's go with that." Puck is completely thrown on how to proceed. Puck looks down at her hands and then barely mumbles to herself, "Why won't you speak English?" She lets out a small laugh again and looks back toward Cherry with a sigh. "Would you like something to eat," Puck finally asks. Cherry licks her lips. Not what Puck expected as a response for sure. Than Cherry answers again, fully in Serbian. She informs Puck that she would love nothing more than to eat her. But Puck is oblivious. She clears her throat. "It's obvious you want something," Puck says. "I'd love to give it to you, if I knew what is was." Cherry bites her lower lip at that, again throwing Puck off. Cherry goes to say something when suddenly Puck's cell phone rings. Puck sighs in great relief as she looks at it and notices that it's her husband. "John's calling," Puck says. "I'd better get that and see what's up. I'll be right back." Puck quickly stands and exits out of the room. Puck answers angrily. "Where the fuck are you at," she whispers, almost like a hiss. She listens for a moment obviously agitated. "Well you need to hurry the hell up. You know your sister hates me and here I am stuck trying to talk to her." Puck listens for a few moments and shakes her head. "I'm serious. Your sister won't even talk to me normally. All her responses are in Serbian." Puck is ticked at his response as she says, "It's not fucking funny John. You need to hurry up. She's even looking at me all funny....... I- I don't know. I can't describe it. I just get the feeling that she's someone that hasn't eaten in days looking at me like I'm a steak..... Enough. Just get home." Puck quickly hangs up the phone. She stands there for a few moments trying to think on how to proceed and then with a sigh of resignation, heads back into the living room. Puck puts on a forced smile as she sits back down. "That was John. He shouldn't be much longer." Cherry smiles at her. "That's ok," Cherry says in English this time. Completely throws off Puck. Before she can respond though, Cherry points at Puck’s face and says, "Goth?” It's definitely in the form of a question. Puck smiles and laughs with a small bit of relief. Puck has black lipstick on and dark eyeliner, her makeup a bit gothic in nature. "Yeah I know. A change right. Just wanted to do something a bit crazy. Express myself a bit. Not to mention I thought it might be kind of sexy," Puck says, before catching herself and realizing the last part might have been a bit much to say. Cherry smiles at her and again, Puck gets a feeling there is something deeper in those looks she is getting. Almost wanton in nature it feels like. Cherry than responds. Only this time, it's in Serbian again. Puck can only sigh as she has no idea that Cherry admitted it was extremely sexy and turned her on. Puck nods with a smile on her face that says she has no idea what she's agreeing to. Puck goes to stand up. "I'm sorry, but to be honest, I have a bit of a headache and think I'm gonna lie down for a bit. Watch some tv if you'd like. John should be home shortly. Make yourself comfortable. If there’s anything you wanf, just take it." Cherry smiles and blows Puck a kiss. Puck doesn't know what to make of that and finds herself blowing a kiss back. She than shakes her head and mutters to herself, "what the hell am I doing," before wandering off toward the bedroom. Cherry glances over and sees Puck's phone lying on the couch nearby. Obviously forgot it. Cherry picks it up. She tries to access it and notices that it's unlocked. She takes a quick peek down the hall. Than she opens the phone and checks the messages and notices a video to John from Puck. She plays it. It's a selfie video, like someone would shoot for Reels or something. Puck is in sexy bra and panties, holding the phone with one hand, and rubbing her large breasts in the bra with the other. Cherry finds her own hand wandering to touch herself slightly as she watches it. It isn't too long however, and than Puck smiles and blows a kiss toward the camera. Cherry smiles and turns the phone back off, holding it to her chest. She glances again down the hall. "Take anything I want," Cherry whispers to herself. A bit later, the door to Puck's bedroom opens. Puck is lying on her left side, facing away from the door. Cherry sneaks in and sets the phone on the nightstand next to Puck’s lying form. Cherry looks at the body of the sleeping Puck. She reaches out a finger and traces it up the length of Puck’s bare leg and thigh toward her waist. Puck doesn't even stir. Puck is lying there in just a very tight t-shirt with no bra and a pair of panties on. Cherry reaches up and undoes the buttons on her top, she lets the shirt she was wearing fall to the floor. She slowly steps out of her skirt. Now, she is in just a bra and panties. She slowly lowers herself onto the bed carefully, coming up behind Puck in a spooning position, but just short of touching her. She again traces a finger up Puck’s thigh. This time, there is a slight shiver from Puck. Cherry smiles as she slowly moves her hand up Puck's side. She reaches around and cups Puck's breast. Another stir but nothing more yet. Cherry's finger traces around the outline of Puck's nipple through the material. It hardens to the touch and this time, a small gasp escapes
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Rocked By My Husband’s Sister!
Date: 2025-04-30, HD Video / 1015 Pictures
Sophia and Desiree are sitting in the living room. Desiree is seated at a corner of the couch. Sophia is sitting in a love seat across from her. Sophia is looking at Desiree, who is sitting there, arms crossed, looking anywhere but at Sophia. A man’s voice calls out from the nearby hallway. “Dinner was great honey, but if you both will excuse me, I have a very important conference call for work to take part in. I’ll be in our little office if you need me.” Desiree turns toward the voice about to say something, but Sophia beats her to the punch. “Oh don’t worry about us girls,” Sophia calls out. “We can entertain ourselves…” Sophia’s attention has never left Desiree. A wicked and seductive smile crosses Sophia’s face. “Can’t we,” Sophia almost purrs to Desiree. Desiree shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “You just can’t turn it off can you,” Desiree asks. Sophia gives a mocked pained expression. “Whatever do you mean? I’m completely harmless,” Sophia says, the smile returning. Desiree sighs. “Oh of course you are. More like a snake looking to strike. I’ll give you one thing… you’re definitely persistent.” Sophia lets out a little laugh. “Only when I know what I want. Then there’s no stopping me,” She says. Desiree finally locks her eyes on Sophia. “Obviously. You’re always coming on to me. Ever since I met you, you’ve been trying to get into my pants. I just figured it would have stopped when I married your brother a year ago.” Sophia’s smile widens. “Oh no… that’s when the challenge got even more interesting. I won’t stop because I know what you really have deep down inside. An insatiable lust just stuck buried in there that desperately wants out.” Desiree lets out a fake laugh and is about to say something, but Sophia continues. “Let me guess, my brother’s a missionary man… a 2 pump chump that rolls over and falls asleep to fantasize about his favorite football team. And you, lying there, unsatisfied, bored and hungry for so much more that isn’t coming your way.” Desiree scowls at Sophia. “Our sex life is just fine thank you very much.” Sophia laughs at that. “Honey, that’s when you know the sex sucks. Sex should never be ‘just fine.’ It should curl your toes-” at this point, Sophia stands up and slowly makes her way over to the couch. As she does, her hand rubs her own body seductively. She continues talking as she walks over. “-leave you gasping, clenching. When it’s good, its your damn drug of a choice, having you wanting it always. Needing more and more and more.” Sophia sits down on the middle of the couch. Desiree shifts in her seat. She tries to take her eyes off Sophia’s hand that is slithering around her breasts and hips. “Stop that,” Desiree says. “Stop what,” Sophia asks, knowing full well what Desiree means. Sophia’s hand comes back up to trace along the top of her breasts in her low-cut top. “Touching yourself damnit,” Desiree says just above a whisper, almost as if she’s afraid someone will hear her. Sophia pauses for a moment, smiling again. “Would you rather I touch you then?” She slowly reaches out toward Desiree. Desiree smacks her hand away. “Not in a million years. I don’t swing that way. Women just aren’t my thing. You have no chance,” Desiree crosses her arms again as if to show how emphatic she’s being. Sophia moves a little closer. Desiree looks almost alarmed. “What- what are you doing? Go back to the love seat,” Desiree points, her finger almost shaking.wrestle. The resistance is just about gone as the kissing gets deep, passionate, with lots of tongue play, sucking, etc. Sophia slowly then works her way down, sucking on Desiree’s breasts harder and harder. Desiree can only gasp. “I can’t… we can’t…” Desiree’s last chance to resist is about gone. Sophia works her way down Desiree’s stomach and kneels in front of her. She starts licking her inner thighs. She yanks down Desiree’s panties. She then holds up her skirt and leans in, just barely licking around her pussy. “Stop… stop…” Desiree gasps. Sophia looks up as she gives another tiny lick. “You want me to stop,” Sophia asks. Desiree says, “Stop… stop teasing… please eat… eat my pussy.” Sophia gives one last smile. Victory. Then she moves in. Licking, sucking, her face buried so deep in between her legs. Desiree clutches at the back of her head, moaning. She starts to grind her hips into Sophia’s face. Suddenly her good girl demeanor is gone and is replaced with one that is desperate for more. Talking dirty. Telling Sophia to eat that fucking pussy. This drives Sophia into a frenzy until finally, Desiree is clinching, almost screaming as she cums hard. She almost falls over, as her legs struggle to keep her up. Sophia quickly moves up, picks up Desiree as Desiree wraps her legs around Sophia’s waist. Sophia still has her pinned against the wall, kissing deeply and passionately for a while. Soon, Desiree tells Sophia to get on the fucking couch. She wants that pussy bad. Sophia has definitely created a bad girl here. They wrestle to get Sophia out of her clothes as Desiree starts to devour her body. Her mouth and neck. Then Sophia’s breasts. Until finally, she lies back on the couch and orders Sophia to sit on her face. Sophia stands above her, her pussy inches from Desiree’s mouth. She keeps teasing but pulling back. Desiree keeps asking for it. Begging for it. Until finally she says fuck it and yanks Sophia’s thighs, pulling her down onto her eager and hungry mouth. She absolutely devours Sophia’s pussy. Once Sophia ends up cumming, both women continue to have sex in the living room. Face sitting, 69, tribbing, choking. It’s aggressive, passionate, hot and long. Finally when it’s all done, they both lie on the couch panting. Sophia says that is even better than she ever dreamed it would be. And so worth the wait. Desiree agrees and tells Sophia she should have tried harder sooner. Sophia laughs at that. Desiree says that from now on, Sophia is hers. Sophia agrees and says Desiree’s pussy is hers whenever she wants. Both women start kissing deeply again as passions start to flare back up. Desiree says they should move this little part to the guest room.
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