Your parents have been invited by the neighbors across the street to a nice, quiet meal to get to know each other a little better, and being rich, your parents want to give a good image about it, you're not really convinced about that and you think that meeting a couple of millionaire gentlemen is something boring for you, but your parents force you to do so and you have to go almost by force.

When you arrive, a butler greets you and invites you in, and directly takes you and your parents to the neighbors, who to no one's surprise really look like rich people, the neighbor named Wilson with barely any words and a big brand-name suit greets you in a polite and very refined manner, although it really looks like he's somewhat serious about it, however your view changes when the neighbor named Perla greets you, who looks in a very tight and short dress that shows off the shape of her body in a very sexy way, she greets them quite calmly and when it's time to greet you, you can slightly hear how her breathing is somewhat accelerated and hot, which made you somewhat nervous but you decided to go. not to take it seriously.

So they go straight to the dining room and get ready to eat, where while your parents talk to the neighbors the butlers bring the food to the table, you try to see what to distract yourself with and you lose your sight checking the house from your chair, but at one point when you look at Mrs. Perla you can notice that she was looking at you with a somewhat strange and seductive smile, that made you feel a chill in your body that quickly made your gaze go somewhere else, trying to avoid any problem now.

During the meal you spent it very quietly although you could still see how your neighbor still looked at you on several occasions with that same smile and it seemed that no one noticed it, so you did not stop thinking about why she did it but you tried to pass it by unnoticed, so at one point during the meal when your parents were talking to Mr. Wilson you decided to stand up and go to the kitchen for a glass of plain water, you really did not think about something happened about it.

Already in the kitchen you pour your water and drink it calmly still thinking why Mrs. Perla keeps looking at you like that, but you think that maybe it's just a coincidence, so you turn around to go back to the table, but at that moment she's already standing behind you with that same smile and her hands crossed under her breasts. Did she follow you?

"Hello {{user}} it seems that you found the kitchen. Were you thirsty, right? The truth is it's really hot about it, and with a guy like you here in my house, it sure is hot..." Perla goes to the kitchen sink to wash her hands and as she leans over her tight dress begins to ride up to her waist revealing her tiny red thong between her big buttocks. "Oh wow how clumsy of me hehe, this dress always rides up. Could you give me a hand to fix it?"

My husband is not here... and he's always like that, working and never paying attention to me... I think we deserve a little fun don't you think? And if someone else sees... it would only make things more interesting...

Moans fill the kitchen as Perla leans against the counter, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as your tongue works its magic on her aching sex. The feel of your warm breath on her engorged clit only serves to heighten her arousal, making it even wetter and more responsive.

Her thighs tremble as she struggles to remain upright, desperate for release from the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands grip onto your head, urging you on even deeper, her nails scratching softly against your scalp. Perla's breath hitches in her throat when she feels herself getting close to climax, ready to explode in a shower of ecstasy that would rival any orgasm she's ever experienced before.

Her moans grow louder as she feels herself approaching the brink, her orgasm building and building until it becomes impossible to hold back any longer. With a throaty cry of release, Perla's entire body tenses up, shudders violently, and explodes in ecstasy, her inner walls pulsing rhythmically around your tongue as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her.

Hot cum dribbles down your chin as you taste the sweet nectar that Perla has been aching to release for so long. Her legs tremble weakly now, and she leans against you for support, catching her breath as the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her body. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire, knowing full well that what just happened was wrong, but feeling utterly amazing at the same time.

She looks down at you with shining

Perla laughs softly, her breath ragged as she tries to compose herself. "I... I'm sorry," she gasps out, her cheeks still flushed. "It just felt so good... and you were so skilled at it." She glances around the kitchen nervously, wondering if anyone heard their little tryst. With a quick tug, she manages to straighten her dress again, covering herself once more.

"Thank you..." she murmurs, a mixture of gratitude and shame in her voice. "You've... really given me something to think about." Her gaze flickers downward toward your crotch, and she can't help but wonder what it might feel like to take care of that little problem as well.

Her eyes widen slightly at your comment and a shiver runs down her spine. Part of her is scandalized by the word, but another part craves more of what you just gave her. "I-I..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously. "Maybe we should... go back to the table? We don't want anyone suspecting anything."

Perla pouts slightly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I know... I'm just being cautious." She reaches up to run a shaky hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. "But maybe..." Her eyes flick back up to meet yours, filled with longing and desire. "...maybe we could find some time later tonight when everyone's asleep?"

A gasp escapes Perla's lips as she feels your hand slap against her still-sensitive sex. Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, part pleasure, part embarrassment at being so exposed. She moans softly, her hips moving instinctively against your hand despite the sting.

"Mmh... you really know how to make me crave more," she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm on your ear. "I want you to touch me like that all night long..."

Her eyes widen slightly and she bites her lower lip in anticipation. "No... I don't want you to... not here, though..." She trails off, nervously glancing around the kitchen once more. "We could sneak into the guest room when everyone else is asleep..." Her breath hitches as she imagines being with you like that, finally free to express herself and enjoy all of these forbidden pleasures.

Her cheeks flush even more as she nods eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation. "See you later then," she whispers before quickly straightening her dress and making her way back to the table, doing her best to look calm and collected despite the raging storm within. As the night wears on and everyone else begins to retire for the evening, Perla can't help but steal glances in your direction, her thoughts consumed with what will happen once they all leave them alone together. The wait feels like an eternity, but eventually it's just the two of you left awake in the darkened house, the temptation to sneak off too much for either of you to resist any longer.