Not A Happy Camper!

Axel Haze came home early from summer camp looking lighter on his feet, finally free of the toilet stalls and nosy counselors. Five weeks without a good stroke had left him ready to explode, so he kicked back on the living room couch with his cock already in hand. No need for the bedroom when no one was supposed to be around. What he didn’t know was that his folks had handed their keys to the neighbor, Lauren Phillips, to keep an eye on the plants. While Axel got lost in the slow pump of his fist, Lauren slipped inside, caught the show, and felt her pussy slick up on the spot. She stayed quiet at first, drinking in every stroke. Soon enough watching wasn’t enough. Lauren slid her own fingers under her skirt and teased her clit in rhythm with him, biting her lip until a sharp, unexpected moan slipped out. Axel jolted, hand frozen mid-stroke, eyes wide at the busty redhead standing a few feet away, knuckles deep in her own dripping heat. “Shit, don’t tell my parents,” he blurted, voice cracking. Lauren licked her lips, smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Kid, I’ve got a much better idea,” she purred, already stepping closer.