My Married Neighbor's Filthy Backyard Cumdump Craving

The summer night air was thick and humid, pressing against bare skin like a second layer of sweat. Ryan stood at his upstairs window, chest heaving, one thick hand wrapped around the base of his heavy, married cock. For months he had watched.

Tonight the show was better than ever.

Down in the next yard, illuminated only by the soft blue glow of solar lights lining the fence, Jake was on all fours in the grass. The lean, tattooed 32-year-old had his back arched like a whore in heat. A thick, veined dildo—black, glistening with lube—was buried to the hilt inside him. Every slow rock of his hips made the toy disappear completely, then reappear slick and shining as Jake fucked himself with shameless, rolling strokes. His own cock hung heavy and dripping between his spread thighs, untouched.

Ryan’s wife was asleep inside, satisfied with her polite twice-a-month missionary. Ryan hadn’t been satisfied in years.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

The big muscle-daddy stripped off his tank top, letting it drop to the floor. His powerful chest and ridged abs gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Heart hammering, he walked downstairs, slid the back door open without a sound, and stepped barefoot into the warm grass.

Jake didn’t notice him at first. He was too busy moaning quietly, forehead pressed to the ground, ass high, working that fat toy in and out of his greedy hole with wet, obscene sounds.

Ryan stopped three feet away, arms crossed over his massive chest, voice low and rough.