Suck his cock, naturally

Without hesitation you drop to your knees at the feet of Mr. Wood. From this vantage you can see his thick cock much more clearly and can see the nest of graying pubes visible through the flap of his boxers.

You wrap your soft hand around his prick and with the other you reach into the flap and pull out his big cum-laden balls.

"No," Mr. Wood moans, "stop it."

Ha! You smile at his weak resistance and begin to stroke the warm shaft of his prick. A clear droplet of fluid dribbles from the head of his cock and you catch it on your tongue.

"Mmmm," you murmur and then graze the underside of his fat cockhead with your tongue.

With a swirling motion you lick up Mr. Wood's excited mess and then slurp his fat prick into your mouth.

"Ohhh god," he moans.

"Mmmm," you reply as you slowly feed his prick deeper into your mouth.

His cock is clean and warm against your tongue and in moments you are pulling up and down on his cock with your full lips. Your saliva coats his prick and your tongue works along the shaft each time it disappears into your mouth.

Your hand moves in a practiced rhythm. Your fist presses against your lips and follows your slurping up and down as you work his cock with your hot mouth.

Your other hand gently massages and tugs on his balls, adding to the pleasure you're giving your old neighbor.

"Oh, Joy," Mr. Wood groans, "She's watching us."

Without pausing in your bobbing up and down on Mr. Wood's prick you glance sidelong out of the garage and see Mrs. Cleft staring in shock at your carnal activity.

"Mmmmm," you moan around Mr. Wood's prick.

You increase the pace and as you do his hands settle on your head. His fingers lace into your hair and he gently encourages your sucking. You swallow continually to keep up with the flow of juices oozing from his throbbing dick.

With your other hand you feel his balls begin to tighten as Mr. Wood plunges steadily towards his orgasm. His groaning becomes a bit louder and his pressure on your head a bit more insistent.

Finally, he warns, "Oh, Joy, I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

You glance over and see Mrs. Cleft still watching, her hedge trimmer hanging forgotten in her hand.

You know you have only moments to consider if you want Mr. Wood to cum in your mouth, somewhere else, or at all.