Mike Skywalker strolled down the sun-drenched sidewalk of his quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind of place where everyone knew their business but pretended not to. As the unofficial mayor of the block, he took it upon himself to welcome new arrivals with a firm handshake and a friendly grin. It was a productive habit, one that had led to more than a few backyard barbecues and shared fences. But today, as he passed the freshly painted house at the end of the cul-de-sac, his steps slowed. A moving truck idled in the driveway, and through the open front door, he caught a glimpse of her.
She was impossible to miss. Kitana Montana, the tattooed busty blonde bombshell straight out of a Scoreland fantasy, bent over a box in a tight white minidress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The dress barely contained her massive big tits, the fabric straining against their weight with every movement. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and intricate tattoos snaked up her arms and across her shoulders, adding an edge to her voluptuous figure. Black high heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she straightened up, wiping sweat from her brow. Mike’s cock twitched in his jeans. This was no ordinary neighbor.
He adjusted his shirt, smoothed his hair, and approached the door. “Hello there,” he called out, his voice steady but laced with anticipation. “I’m Mike Skywalker, your neighbor from across the street. Saw the truck and thought I’d come say welcome to the block. If you need anything—tools, advice, whatever—just holler.”
Kitana turned, her blue eyes locking onto his with a spark of recognition. She smiled, full lips curving invitingly, and set down the box. “Mike, huh? I’m Kitana Montana. Nice to meet you.” Her voice was smooth, husky, like velvet wrapped around a promise. She stepped closer, the minidress riding up her thighs, revealing smooth, tanned skin. Up close, her big tits were even more mesmerizing, the neckline dipping low enough to tease the edges of her lacy bra.
“Kitana Montana… wait, you look familiar,” Mike said, feigning surprise though he’d jerked off to her Scoreland videos more times than he could count. “Aren’t you that model? The one with the… incredible presence?”
She laughed, a throaty sound that sent heat straight to his groin. “Guilty as charged. Come on in, Mike. Let’s chat while I unpack a bit.” She gestured inside, her high heels clicking as she led him into the living room. Boxes littered the space, but the couch was already set up, plush and inviting. Kitana flopped down on it, crossing her legs, the dress hiking higher. Mike sat beside her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume—something floral and sinful.
They talked for a minute about the neighborhood, the best grocery stores, the nosy old lady two doors down. But Mike’s mind wandered. His hand drifted to his lap, rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. It was bold, sure, but in his experience, directness paid off with women like her. Kitana’s eyes flicked down, noticing the motion. Her gaze lingered, a sly smile playing on her lips. She was no stranger to stiff cocks; her stiff-cock radar was finely tuned.
“Looks like you’ve got something on your mind,” she purred, leaning in. Her big tits brushed against his arm, soft and heavy. Without another word, she slid off the couch to her knees between his legs, her hands deftly unzipping his fly. Mike’s cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. Kitana licked her lips, her long tongue protruding as she wrapped her fingers around the base.
“Let me give you a proper welcome,” she whispered, before diving in. Her mouth engulfed his cock in a sloppy blowjob, lips stretching wide around the head. She sucked hard, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside, saliva dripping down his shaft. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her eyes locked on his, fierce and hungry, making his erection throb even harder. Mike groaned, his hand tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her rhythm.
Kitana pulled back for a breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “You like that, neighbor? My mouth on your big dick?” She stroked him with a handjob, her grip firm and twisting, while her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Mike nodded, mesmerized by the tattoo on her wrist flexing with the motion. She leaned in again, sucking his balls into her mouth one by one, rolling them on her tongue before returning to the blowjob. Her technique was world-class, drool coating everything, the sounds obscene and erotic.
Emboldened, Mike reached down, tugging at the straps of her minidress. Kitana sat back on her heels, helping him peel the fabric down. Her big tits spilled out, full and round, nipples hard pink peaks surrounded by wide areolas. Tattoos curled around the undersides, like vines claiming her curves. “Fuck, those are perfect,” he muttered, palming them roughly.
She arched into his touch, moaning as he started boob play. His thumbs circled her nipples, pinching and pulling until she gasped. Then he lowered his head, capturing one in his mouth for tit-sucking. He latched on, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh while his tongue flicked the tip. Kitana’s hand kept working his cock in a steady handjob, her high heels digging into the carpet as she squirmed.
“Mmm, suck them harder,” she urged, her voice breathy. Mike obliged, switching to the other tit, lavishing it with the same attention. Saliva glistened on her skin, mixing with the tattoos’ ink. But he wanted more. Grabbing her discarded top from the couch, he draped it over her chest like a makeshift sling, the fabric bunching around her big tits. It added a kinky edge, framing them for his pleasure.
Mike stood, pulling Kitana up with him. He guided her to lie back on the couch, her head hanging slightly off the edge. Straddling her chest, he positioned his cock between her massive tits. “Time for some tit-fucking,” he growled. She pressed them together, creating a tight, warm tunnel. He thrust forward, the head of his cock poking out the top to meet her waiting mouth. Kitana sucked it eagerly each time, her tongue lapping at the slit while pleasure sounds escaped her throat—moans and hums that vibrated through him.
The sight was intoxicating: her blonde hair fanned out, high heels kicked up in the air, tattoos shifting with every bounce of her big tits. Mike fucked her tits harder, the friction building heat. Kitana’s hands roamed her body, one slipping under her dress to rub her pussy through her panties. “Your cock feels so good sliding between my big tits,” she murmured during a brief pause, her eyes gleaming.
But she was eager for more than play. Kitana pushed him off gently, standing and shimmying out of her minidress. Underneath, she wore a tiny thong that did nothing to hide her shaved pussy. She kicked off her high heels for a moment, but Mike stopped her. “Keep them on,” he said, voice rough. She grinned, sliding them back on, the added height making her legs look endless.
Pushing him down onto the couch, Kitana straddled him, guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her wet pussy enveloping him in intercourse. “Oh fuck, you’re thick,” she moaned, starting to ride him. Her big tits bounced wildly as she ground her hips, first facing him, then turning to reverse cowgirl. The view from behind was stunning—her ass cheeks parting slightly, tattoos on her back rippling.
Mike gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. The couch creaked under them, threatening to give way. Kitana’s moans grew louder, sexy talk spilling from her lips. “Pound my pussy, Mike. Make me your neighborhood slut.” He did, slamming into her with force, her juices coating his balls.
After a frantic ride, she dismounted, getting on all fours for doggy style. Ass up, face down, she presented herself, high heels planted firm. Mike knelt behind her, rubbing his cock along her slit before plunging in. He fucked her hard, hands on her hips, watching her big tits swing beneath her. One hand reached around for boob play, squeezing a tit while the other slapped her ass, leaving red marks.
“Yes, fuck me deeper!” Kitana cried, pushing back against him. The room echoed with the slap of skin on skin, her pussy clenching around his cock. Sweat beaded on her tattooed skin, blonde hair sticking to her neck. Mike varied his pace, slow deep thrusts alternating with rapid pistoning, building her toward the edge.
They shifted again, Kitana lying sideways on the couch, one leg hooked over his shoulder. He entered her at an angle, hitting new spots that made her gasp. Her handjob from earlier had him primed, but he held back, savoring the tightness. “Rub your clit,” he commanded, and she did, fingers circling the swollen nub as he thrust.
Finally, he flipped her onto her back for missionary. Legs up and spread wide, high heels pointing to the ceiling, Kitana looked like a porn goddess. Mike drove into her, their bodies slick with sweat. Her big tits jiggled with every impact, nipples begging for attention. He leaned down for tit-sucking, biting gently while his cock plunged deep in intercourse.
Kitana’s moans turned to screams of pleasure. “I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his shaft as she shattered. Mike kept pounding through her orgasm, the sensation pushing him close.
But she wasn’t done. Pulling him out, Kitana knelt again, squeezing his cock between her big tits for another round of tit-fucking. She sucked the head each time it emerged, her tongue working overtime. “Cum on my tits,” she begged, giving jerk-off instructions. “Stroke it for me, Mike. Cover my big tits with your hot load. Imagine busting your nut all over this tattooed blonde slut.”
Her words were magic. Mike took over, jerking his cock furiously between her soft mounds. Kitana licked her lips, eyes locked on his, urging him on. With a guttural groan, he exploded, ropes of cum splattering across her chest in a massive cum on tits finale. Thick white streams coated her big tits, dripping down the curves and over her tattoos.
Kitana’s face lit up with joy and satisfaction, her fingers scooping up the mess. She smeared it over her skin, then licked it off, savoring the taste. “Mmm, good neighbor,” she said, winking. Mike collapsed beside her, spent but grinning. It pays to be welcoming.
The afternoon stretched on, their bodies entwined in post-fuck languor. But Kitana’s energy was insatiable. After catching their breath, she pushed him back, her high heels clicking as she positioned herself. “My turn to play,” she teased, starting with a slow handjob. Her fingers glided over his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to life with expert strokes. She whispered more jerk-off instructions, her voice low and commanding. “Pump it just like this, nice and steady. Feel how wet I made you?”
Mike followed her lead, his hand joining hers in the rhythm. Kitana leaned in, her big tits pressing against his thigh as she guided him. Soon, he was rock hard again, and she rewarded him with another blowjob. This time, she deep-throated him, gagging slightly but pushing through, tears of effort in her eyes. Saliva poured down, soaking his balls.
Rising, she turned for more doggy style, this round slower and more sensual. Mike entered her from behind, hands roaming her tattoos, tracing the ink while he fucked. He pulled her up by the hair, arching her back so he could reach around for boob play. Pinching her nipples, he thrust deep, her moans muffled against the couch.
They moved to the floor, Kitana on top in missionary variation, her legs wrapped around him. High heels dug into his back as she rode him hard, pussy grinding down. “Fuck my big tits again,” she demanded mid-thrust. Mike sat up, her body sliding off his cock. She knelt, pressing her cum-streaked tits together for tit-fucking. He slid in, the remnants of his load adding slickness.
Tit-sucking followed, Mike feasting on her nipples while she jerked him off. The cycle built tension, her sexy talk egging him on. “You love this blonde’s big tits, don’t you? Suck them while I make you cum again.”
Intercourse resumed in sideways position, her leg over his hip. Mike’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in circles as he pounded. Kitana came twice more, her body shaking, tattoos glistening with sweat.
For the finale, she gave explicit jerk-off instructions, kneeling with tits thrust out. “Stroke faster, aim for my chest. Cover these big tits like the Scoreland slut I am.” Mike obeyed, erupting in another cum on tits blast, painting her anew.
Exhausted, they lay together, the neighborhood quiet outside. Kitana traced a tattoo on his arm with her finger. “Best welcome ever,” she murmured. Mike chuckled, already plotting the next visit. In this block, neighbors looked out for each other—in every way.
