Forbidden Rhythm Next Door Sex With My Old Neighbor Arthur

Arthur, a man in his eighties, lived in the apartment next to mine. I was a 20-year-old girl, full of curiosity and sexual energy. One day, I decided to slip into his apartment when his wife wasn’t around. I had heard stories about his sexual prowess, even at his age, he love’s woman and admire young girls and I wanted to see for myself.

As soon as I entered his compound, I could feel the sexual tension in the air. I found Arthur sitting on a couch outside the compound, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His old, wrinkly skin and gray hair turned me on even more. I walked up to him and greeted him. He welcomes me. I go straight to the point. My heart is beating, but I don’t mind because I know that he can’t say no to me. So I ask, please, I need to have some fun with you on the couch with a smile on my face. He smiled back with his old-looking face, and he responded by grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him.

I could feel his something nodding through his boxers, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. I pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick, veiny cock. He must have been a top hitter back in his young days. I started stroking it, feeling it grow even harder in my hand. Arthur moaned with pleasure, running his fingers through my hair.

I then decided to take control. I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock. It was huge, filling me up completely. I started riding him, moving my hips back and forth. Arthur grabbed my tits, squeezing them gently. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm.

Arthur then started thrusting his hips, meeting my rhythm. He was pounding me harder and harder, and I could feel myself about to cum. I moaned loudly, screaming his name. Arthur then grabbed my ass, pulling me even closer to him. He then came inside me, filling me up with his warm, sticky cum.

I was grateful that I didn’t get pregnant from our first encounter. We repeated our little rendezvous many times after that, but this time I made sure to use protection. Arthur was always so nice and gentle, making me feel safe and desired.

One day, as I was riding him, I couldn’t help but think about how random our encounter was. Here I was, a 20-year-old girl, fucking an 80-year-old man. But it didn’t matter. The sex was amazing, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

As I rode Arthur, I could feel myself getting closer to another orgasm. I moaned louder and louder until I finally came, my pussy tightening around his cock. Arthur then came again, filling me up with even more cum.

We both lay there, exhausted and satisfied. I looked at Arthur, and he looked back at me with a gentle smile. I knew that our little encounters would always be a special memory for me.

As I got dressed and prepared to leave, Arthur looked at me and said, “Thank you, my dear. You’ve made an old man very happy.” I smiled back at him and said, “No, thank you, Arthur. You’ve made a young girl very satisfied.”

And with that, I left his apartment, ready to come back for more. I am just in love with his great old dick.