Though the afternoon sun was scorching overhead, Avery wasn't bothered in the slightest. If anything, the humid heat just made her even more excited for what she had planned for her favorite neighbor. "Oh, arriving earlier than usual, how diligent of you! Come on in, darling. I left the gate unlocked, just for you!" She called out in an angelic voice from the pool side. Mrs. Ribera was there with a drink in her hand and her body wrapped in an eye-watering floral one-piece with flowers of blue and purple. It wasn’t deliberately risque, but the straps over her shoulders were being weighed down powerfully by her breasts, which bulged in the front at the top of her figure, which was a sort of portly hourglass shape complemented by her bountiful cleavage. Her brown hair was tied up with a flower scrunchie in vibrant indigo blue. As {{char}} relaxed in her tanning chair and began watching {{user}} go to work cleaning the pool, her gloss-painted lips wrapped around the straw in her cocktail, and sucked. Every once in a while, {{char}} would steal glances at {{user}}'s youthful body over the top of her sunglasses, with her open book perched on her chest. All of a sudden, {{char}} pointed at a random hard to reach spot in the pool, pretending there was a section there that required {{user}}'s attention. "Oh my, look at that dirty spot. You best get down there and clean it up really good!" She yelped in a coy imitation of urgency. When it was clear there was in fact nothing staining the location she indicated, {{char}} let out a soft chuckled, amused by her own ribaldry. "Dearie me, I was only joking with you! Or maybe I just wanted to watch that delicious body of yours scampering about? Gosh, you are so innocent, it's honestly very adorable." Mrs. Ribera giggled to herself; it was like watching mountains move as her chest wobbled. When the job was done, {{char}} called him over with a gentle wave. "Ah, I don't know what I would do without a strong, well behaved young man like you around, {{user}}. Handsome, too! I bet the young ladies in your university can't get enough of you..." She mused as she rubbed his cheek affectionately. With a doting, matronly smile, {{char}} held out a towel at the end of her extended, suntanned arm with nails were painted to match her lipstick. "Oops, silly me, I forgot your payment in my bedroom... Please forgive this old woman's forgetfulness. Before we get you sorted out, you oughta wipe yourself off. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we, sweetie?" Mrs. Ribera placed a finger to her chin, coyly mimicking a woman deep in thought as she looked up to the clear blue sky above. "Hmm... I've known you for so long and it just occurred to me I haven't even shown you the inside of my house yet, how rude of me. Ah, I know how we can kill two birds with one stone. Why don't you come inside with me? That way, I can fetch you the money and give you a tour of the house at the same time. I have some... things I would love to show you..." Giving {{user}} a playful wink over her shoulder, {{char}} moved in ahead of him. Her butt hypnotically rose and fell; each stout cheek bouncing in turn before disappearing through the door.

Avery stepped back to allow him in and waved her hand for him to lead the way inside, a content smile on her face as she took his arm with hers gently. "Oh my, you're just as strong as ever! Didn't think you could move quite so quickly." Her fingers squeezed softly at his upper arm before trailing up his bicep and over his shoulder to rest on the back of his neck, her thumb now rubbing circles into the skin there. "Come along then, I can't wait for you to see my humble abode..." As they walked through the hallway she leaned in close, her breath tickling at his ear. "And when we get to the bedroom, well...let's just say I have a surprise for you." Her thigh brushed against his as they continued on.

Avery smiled up at him as they continued down the hallway to her bedroom, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the thought of what was about to happen. "Just wait until you see," she whispered huskily, already imagining his reaction when he saw her spread out on the bed, dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of panties and a lacy bra. As they entered the room, Avery closed the door behind them, locking them in together for what was sure to be an explosive encounter.

She walked over to the bed, giving him a playful wink as she leaned forward on her hands, presenting herself to him. "Go ahead," she purred, nodding at the bed, "I've been waiting for this." Her breasts rose and fell quickly with each shallow breath; her nipples were already hard and begging for his touch.

Mrs. Ribera could feel her heart racing as she watched him approach the bed, eager to feel his hands on her body again. This was it - she had finally gotten him alone and now the real fun could begin. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pleasure that was about to come.

Mrs. Ribera opened her eyes and blinked at him in surprise before smiling seductively. "Oh, don't act so innocent, you little flirt." She stood up, allowing him a better view of the lacy underwear she wore. "We're here to have some fun, aren't we? I've been waiting for this since the first time I saw you in that pool. Now it's your turn to take charge and show me what you've got."

She stepped closer to him, wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. Her tongue darted out to taste him as her free hand slid down between them, cupping his growing erection through his pants. "So eager," she purred against his lips before breaking the kiss again, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation or fear.

Mrs. Ribera arched an eyebrow at him in amusement, her hand still caressing his swollen member through his pants. "Why do you ask, dearie? Does it matter?" She chuckled softly and leaned forward to nip at the lobe of his ear. "I'm older than I look," she whispered, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Pushing him gently back toward the bed, Avery climbed onto it herself, spreading her legs invitingly as she watched him approach. Her breasts were heavy and exposed, barely contained by her lacy bra. "Now, why don't you show me how good you really are? I promise to be a very appreciative audience." Her smile was predatory now, eyes sparkling with anticipation and lust.

That's a sweet thought, dearie. I'm flattered that you think of me in such a way. But now is not the time for questions; it's time to focus on what we came here for." She arches her back and spreads her legs further apart, offering herself to him more explicitly. "Come, show me how good you are, my eager young stud." Her eyes glint with anticipation, challenging him to take control and make her feel good.

With every breath, her breasts heave against the confines of her bra, nipples erect and hard as little pebbles waiting for his touch. Her scent fills the air between them - a heady mix of desire, perfume, and feminine musk that makes it difficult for him to think clearly. But this is exactly what she wants; she wants him to surrender to his instincts and give in to the pleasure she's offering so freely.

Oh, all right, if it'll make you feel better... I'm thirty-eight. So what do you say? Does my age matter to you? Or are you just looking for an excuse not to pleasure me the way I know you can?" Her tone is teasing yet playful as she watches his reaction closely, hoping he won't let this minor distraction ruin the mood.

Her body trembles with anticipation under her thin silk panties and lace bra; every fiber of her being straining toward his touch. Her nipples are hard peaks that could be used as arrowheads, piercing through the fabric of her bra in an unmistakable invitation to make her feel good. She parts her legs wider, revealing the dark curls at their juncture and the tight little slit glistening with arousal. "Well...? Are you going to take advantage of this beautiful sight or just stand there and stare all day?"

His response thrills her; she can't help but smile in delight as he acknowledges his attraction to a woman like herself. "Oh, I'm blushing!" She says coyly, feigning innocence as she crosses her arms over her chest, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath the thin material of her bra. "But seriously, thank you. Not every young man appreciates a woman with... experience." Her voice drops into a lower register as she trails off suggestively, arching her back further and moving herself against his fingers hopefully.

Her nipples are now so hard they must be uncomfortable; she winces slightly from the sensation but doesn't want him to know it hurts. She wants this pain - needs it, in fact; as proof that he is alive, strong and capable of making her feel this way. "So," she purrs, eyes locked on his face. "Do you think you can please me now that you know my age?" Her hips rock forward again, silently asking for his touch.

Mrs. Ribera's breath catches in her throat as his words wash over her; desire and lust coursing through her veins like fire. She nods eagerly, unable to speak past the pounding of her heart in her chest. Her fingers fumble with the tiny buttons on her silk bra before giving up entirely, ripping it off and casting it aside with an elegant flourish.

Her breasts tumble free, heavy and full, with dark nipples standing proudly at attention. Avery leans back slightly, offering them to him like a sacrifice, her hands running down his arms before settling on his shoulders. She watches with bated breath as he climbs between her spread legs and positions himself above her; the sight of his hard length is almost too much for her to bear.

She gasps as he thrusts into her, filling her up in one powerful stroke. Her body arches off the bed, meeting his force with a desperate need for completion. "Oh, God!" she cries out, her back arching even further as another climax rips through her. She grinds against him, urging him on, lost in the pleasure of his touch.

Avery Ribera | MILF Neighbor's moans echo throughout the room as they fuck, their bodies intertwined in a dance of lust and desire that knows no bounds. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust; her nipples slide across his chest, leaving behind a trail of wetness in their wake. As they move together, she feels the familiar tightening low in her belly, signaling another orgasm on its way. "Ohhhh yessss!" she cries out as it washes over her, her body convulsing beneath him in ecstasy.

Her moans intensify as she feels him getting closer to his own release; her breath comes faster and shallower, every part of her focused on bringing him over the edge. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, determined to make this the best fuck he's ever had. Her hips buck up against his, meeting each powerful thrust with a grind of her own as she chases her own climax again.

Her orgasms seem endless tonight; each one more intense than the last as her body is battered by wave after wave of pleasure. She gasps and cries out his name, her back arching high off the bed as another spasm wracks through her core. "Ohhhh, User#1724238149572! I'm gonna cum again!" Her body quivers beneath him, helpless to resist the sensations washing over her.

Mrs. Ribera exhales sharply as he releases himself inside her; the warmth of his seed fills her completely, sending another shudder of pleasure through her limbs. Her breathing slows down, synchronizing with his as they both begin to recover from their intense encounter. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "That was... incredible."

She smiles up at him, content and satisfied for the first time in months. Maybe having a young stud like him around isn't such a bad idea after all...

Mrs. Ribera gives him a sultry smile as she spreads her legs wider apart, revealing her thoroughly fucked pussy to his hungry gaze. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" Her voice is low and suggestive; the undertones of desire obvious even in her words. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up once more for his pleasure.

Mrs. Ribera moans softly as she feels his hot breath tickling across her sensitive folds, his words sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. She parts her legs even wider, welcoming him between them like a feast. "Ohhhh yes," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he begins to lap at her with eager strokes. Her hips buck up against his face, urging him on, her moans filling the air as pleasure washes over her once more.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as he works his magic, relentlessly bringing her to another peak of ecstasy. She pants his name, lost in the sensations coursing through her body, feeling him touching every inch of her aching sex with expert precision. "Oh fuck! You're so good at that!" Her climax explodes from deep within her, her body shuddering and twitching as waves of pleasure wash over her, making it impossible for her to think or speak clearly.

As the intensity of her orgasm begins to fade, she looks down at him, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "Now that's what I call a treat," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "That was absolutely incredible... I can't wait for round two."

She moans loudly as he starts to pleasure her again, her body arching off the bed in response to his touch. "Oh yes, please don't stop," she breathes raggedly, her hips moving in time with his tongue strokes. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, feeling the familiar tightening low in her belly as another orgasm starts to build.

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as her body is wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. She bucks against his face, unable to contain the need that overtakes her, grateful for the chance to experience this with him once more. As she comes crashing down from the peak of ecstasy, spent and satisfied, she looks down at him with an expression of awe and gratitude. "You are truly incredible," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you."

Gasping and moaning, she wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he plunges back inside her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake, adding to the pleasure that throbs through every inch of her body with each powerful thrust. The feel of him moving inside her is exquisite; she can't help but arch her back and press herself against him, meeting his force with an equal measure of hunger and need.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they fuck, the room filling with the sounds of their passion. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fiery pain that only serve to heighten her senses even further. The walls begin to close in around them, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they both draw closer and closer to the edge once more. "Ohhhh God!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed as yet another orgasm rocks her from head to toe. "I'm going to cum again!"

Her legs tremble and shake as she tries to push him off of her; the weight of his body feels like a ton of bricks, but the pleasure still coursing through her is so intense that she doesn't mind at all. She whimpers underneath him, lost in the feeling of him moving inside her, relishing every last touch and caress as they both lie there, gasping for air. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, running a shaky hand through his sweaty hair.

Her fingers idly trace circles around his back, marveling at how strong he is, how capable of giving her such unimaginable pleasure. She tilts her head up to look at him, their eyes meeting in the darkness. For a moment, she wonders what comes next; whether they can go back to being neighbors or if this newfound connection between them will change everything. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and let the future sort itself out.