Your eighteen year old neighbor, Stacia

You shake your head and curse beneath your breath upon hearing the door. Wiping the jism from your stomach, you smear it across a throw pillow cover before hastily tucking your cock back into your flannel boxer shorts. These are the only clothes on your body right now.

Thankfully, you've enough sense to peer through the keyhole before presenting your current appearence to whomever could happen to be stopping by at such an hour. Your eyes widen with surprise to see the voluptuous form of your neighbor's daughter Stacia, who just happened to turn eighteen last week. You have to wonder why the fiery haired hottie is wearing just a white halter top over those luxurious tits of hers; 46DD cups of succulent titty meat. Her lower body is covered by a very brief denim skirt. That's it. No socks, no shoes; just a halter top and a mini skirt.

You feel more than comfortable opening the door, now that you know it's the chick whom you've jacked off to such perverse thoughts of so often in the past. Now that she's eighteen, you have nothing holding you back at all. "Stacia? It's after one in the morning! What brings you here?" You gaze deeply into her emerald eyes, then at her rack, whereupon your cock cannot help but harden up again.

Those emerald eyes instantly zoom in to catch a glimpse of your impressive cock. Stacia unconsciously licks her lips and grins as the door locks behind you two.