VIXEN Abella Danger Gets Locked Out And Has Passionate Sex With Neighbor

Title: Neighbors with Benefits: The Door Lock Fiasco that Launched a Passionate Affair

Abella Danger, the buxom beauty with a bodacious booty, was having a disastrous day. After a long shift at the lingerie store, the voluptuous vixen had Hoovered down an entire pizza, only to realize she forgot to buy toilet paper before the store closed. Desperate for a proper wipe, she marched across the hall to knock on her exasperatingly handsome neighbor’s door.

Maxestimated, a rugged mountain of a man with bulging biceps and washboard abs, cracked the door open with a smug grin. “Don’t you know any other way to knock? You about busted down the door,” he grumbled.

Abella huffed, planting a hand on her alluring hip. “Your witty remarks can wait. I need to borrow some paper products, stat. I’m fresh out.”

Max’s gaze raked over her curves, lingering on her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her low-cut top. “And why should I help you? You’ve always been such a pain in my ass.”

A wry smile tugged at Abella’s glossy lips. “Well, I have another ass that could use your attention. But it requires toilet paper first. A deal?”

Max considered the tantalizing offer for a nanosecond before waving her inside. “I’ll grab some coconut water for you too. Let’s call it a date.”

Jackpot! Abella practically pranced into Max’s immaculate bachelor pad as he strode to the bathroom to fetch her wipes. But he surprised her by emerging a moment later, stark naked and sporting a whopping erection of Olympic proportions.

Abella’s eyes bugged out. “Holy shi-”

Max smacked his forehead. “Shite, I forgot. Replaced the lock, remember? Anyhoo, since you’re here…” He sauntered closer with a wolfish glint in his eyes. “Might as well make yourself at home. In my bed.”

The smoldering stud hooked a finger under Abella’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his intense gaze. “But first, you need to make it up to me. On your knees.”

Abella gulped, darkness descending as Max guided her head into the crook of his lap. The humidity was exquisite. But when the heated length of him grazed her cheek, she realized his sweat wasn’t the only thing compromising her. Admitting defeat, Abella welcomed his engorged manhood into her mouth with unabashed enthusiasm.

Despite a rather inauspicious start, Max chuckled low and deep at the feeling of Abella’s lips encircling his girth. She was the perfect enchantress – stroking his ego in all the right ways. Her tongue carefully traced the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin in a way that made his toes curl. And there were many piercings.

Max’s large hands cradled her head, encouraging more of his male member past her tempting lips. He groaned in rabid approval, the tip bumping the back of her throat with every soul-shattering suck.

But Abella proved she was no mere fling. Her velvety pussy clenched around his thumb as he played with her, her knee-perfect titties bouncing as she pressed up on his palm. And when Max flipped her over and mounted the sweet slut, her heaving breasts smacked against his buff chest as he drilled her with the intensity of a puritan preacher exercising his right to smack some female sass.

Abella had Max panting within minutes of their raw, primal copulation, her hair whipping across her face as she thrust her hips to meet his needy thrusts. Despite her best efforts, her plush fig pointed up – she couldn’t help but let him take control of the operation, his hulking frame molded against hers as he power-fucked and flailed until her entire ass rippled beneath him.

As they continued to rage against the dying of Max’s boner, Abella wrapped long legs around his waist, nails digging into his ass cheeks as she marveled at the ripple of his ridiculous six-pack. Her hands roamed feverishly over Max’s presiding physique, taking in the sheen of sweat collecting in the cavernous valley of his chiseled pecs. Each movement brought new sensations as her frenulum grazed the rock-hard ridge of his cock, igniting an inferno of intensity and ecstasy that threatened to consume her very being.

And as Max reduced to a straddling state of delirium, Abella rode him for all she was worth. Her mane of cascading locks flew in all directions as she gyrated and ground against him, hot lust fanning over their joined bodies. With every up and down motion of her quaking quim, Abella gave a wanton moan that made Max’s taut spine shiver with delight. But then, as if on instinct, he seized her narrow waist, forcing her up and pinning her perky tits under his massive mitt. She bit back a squeal, reveling in the rough dominance she’d only dreamed of before.

When they finally plateaued, Abella collapsed into a pool of quivering flesh, Max’s deflated Ichibun resting atop her heaving belly. She knew it sounded cheesy, but their bodies simply fit together like two puzzle pieces. From the way his heart pounded in rhythm with hers to the synergy of their long limbs intertwined, everything felt… right.

Though their dalliance had started out as a fling, Abella realized she’d unknowingly found more than a quickie. This man, this hearty horndog, made her crave a deeper connection. And from the tenderness in his wolfish eyes, she suspected Max felt the same.

As they lounged together in a tangle of sweat-slicked sheets, Abella giggled and playfully pushed at Max’s broad chest. “Guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, huh?”

Max shot her a brilliant grin that made her heart flutter. “Damn right we will. And next time, I’ll make sure you don’t need paper products at all.”

Abella rolled her eyes, even as a fresh heat bloomed between her thighs. This was going to be one hell of a new relationship – and from the looks of it, she and Max were far from finished exploring each other’s depths. For now, however, Abella snuggled closer, enjoying the rare peace that came with a well-fucked woman. The future looked bright… and very, very naughty indeed.