Chapter 104 My New Milf Neighbor (2)

The living room was a fucking sauna, the neon blue lights bathing Vanessa’s curves in a soft glow, her white tank top hugging her busty tits, her nipples hard and teasing through the thin fabric, her black shorts so short they barely covered her thick, juicy ass. I was sprawled across from her on the glass coffee table, my shirtless chest glistening, my pink shorts tight as hell, my dick half-hard, the bulge obvious against my muscular thighs. My dreads hung loose, my brown eyes locked on her full, glossy lips as she sipped her red wine, her brown eyes smoldering, every move she made—every shift of her thighs, every bounce of her tits—making my dick twitch harder, my pulse hammering. The air crackled with tension, her perfume mixing with the wine, my new single’s vibe still lingering like a ghost. Vanessa leaned forward, her tank top dipping, her cleavage spilling, and I had to grip my wine glass to keep from staring. “So, Louis,” she said, her voice smooth, sultry, like she was weaving a spell. “You live alone in this slick place?” Her eyes flicked over my chest, my abs, lingering on my thighs, and I swear I saw her lips twitch, like she was already imagining something filthy.