My Neighbor Is A Sexy MILF 3 - Scene 4

Crystal Rush notices. She really does. Catch some random guy sporting wood next to her and her panties are history—dripping before his cock even twitches twice. She's got that radar, the dirty little switch that flips when it isn't her husband doing the noticing. Tonight the kitchen is steaming, the lights low, and she's dripping down her own thigh because the neighbor's gym shorts are tenting right across from her sink. Crystal turns, lets the water run, arches her back a bit more than needed, and gives him the full show: hard little nipples pressing through thin cotton, hips cocked, tongue catching her lower lip like she's already tasting him. She watches him throb, smirks, licks two fingers and drags them between her legs under the counter—slow, shameless, like she's daring him to say something. He stares. The shorts twitch harder. She moans under her breath, low, filthy, already squirting a little just knowing how much trouble she wants.