Sissy's Hot Neighbor Begs for Her Stocking-Clad Cock
Sissy next door teases her muscle jock neighbor until he begs to worship her stocking-clad cock.
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The late afternoon sun warmed the wooden balcony as Lexi stepped outside in her favorite outfit: a tiny pink crop top, a flouncy plaid skirt that barely covered her ass, and sheer black stockings that clung to her long, smooth legs like a second skin. Her makeup was flawless—smoky eyes, glossy pink lips, and a bouncy platinum wig that framed her heart-shaped face. Between her thighs, her thick cock made an unmistakable, heavy bulge against the delicate nylon, the head clearly outlined for anyone who cared to look.
She hummed to herself, watering the little row of herbs with a bright pink can, completely unaware that her muscle-bound neighbor was staring slack-jawed from his own balcony ten feet away.
Chad had been trying to grill a steak when movement caught his eye. One glance at the prominent, stocking-sheathed cock swaying gently as Lexi bent over her plants and his brain short-circuited. The big, dumb jock—six-foot-three, two hundred and forty pounds of gym-built muscle—felt his mouth go dry and his own cock surge so fast it hurt.
“Uh… hey,” he called out, voice cracking like a teenager.
Lexi glanced over, one perfectly arched brow rising. “Hi, Chad.”
He gripped the railing so hard the wood creaked. “I, um… I can see your… your dick. In the stockings. It’s… really fucking obvious.”
Lexi’s lips curved into a wicked little smile. She straightened up, deliberately letting her skirt ride higher so the full outline of her thick seven-inch cock was framed perfectly against the sheer black nylon. “Oh? You like what you see, big guy?”
Chad’s face went scarlet. He looked like a golden retriever who’d just been shown a new squeaky toy. “Can I… can I come look closer? Please? Just real quick. Through the fence. I’ll be good. I swear.”
Lexi laughed, a bright, musical sound. “You want to stare at my cock through the fence like some kind of perverted yard gnome? That’s adorable.”
“Please, Lexi. I can’t stop thinking about it now. It’s so… pretty. And thick. And the way the nylon stretches around it—” He cut himself off with a mortified groan.