LOGINCraving Her Neighbour's Pussy (6)Rachel parked the car in front of Kristen McCarthy’s house. After their long afternoon together at the mall, Kristen leaned over, her perfume still fresh from the testing counter at the department store.Rachel told her plainly, “Come over later. Around seven. I have a Skype call with Diego at six, and I need quiet.” Kristen touched Rachel’s wrist and gave a soft nod before stepping out, her hips swaying as she walked to her door.Rachel drove home. Her pulse was steady, but her body was restless. She entered the house, kicked off her shoes at the doorway, and walked into the living room. She set her phone on the coffee table, poured herself a small glass of wine, and waited. At exactly six o'clock, Diego’s call came through. She sat upright, fixed her hair with her fingers, and clicked to accept the video.Diego appeared on the screen, wearing a pale blue shirt. He spoke about his long day. He went into detail about a supplier issue, a delayed shipme
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (5)When Rachel and Kristen arrived at the restaurant, they were greeted by a young woman at the front desk. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, with a polished smile and a warm voice as she informed them there would be a ten-minute wait for a table.Rachel found herself staring longer than she should have. The young woman had soft, clear skin and eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Normally, Rachel would not have paid any attention, but something inside her had shifted since she crossed the line with Kristen.She imagined what it would feel like to kiss the girl, to run her tongue along her collarbone, to unbutton that blouse and explore the body underneath. The thought made her thighs tense.Kristen leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear. “She’s very pretty, isn’t she? I noticed her too. Wouldn’t it be so damn sexy to have a threesome with her?”Rachel gave her a sharp look, though her mouth twitched with amusement. “Behave yourself, K
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy. (4)Kristen wrapped her arms around Rachel’s shoulders and pulled her close, their skin still glistening and flushed. Her voice was low, almost ragged. “I want to taste you now. Lie back.”Rachel obeyed without hesitation, her body already arching with need. She settled into the bed, her legs spreading instinctively as Kristen moved between them. Kristen’s eyes stayed locked on hers as she ran her palms down Rachel’s thighs, pressing them apart until she had full access to everything.“You’re dripping,” Kristen whispered, dragging her fingers lightly over Rachel’s inner thigh. “I want that all over my tongue.”Rachel let out a gasp as Kristen lowered herself and pressed a kiss right to the edge of her folds. One kiss turned into two, then a slow glide of her tongue that made Rachel's back arch. Kristen licked her again, slower this time, drawing a whimper from deep in Rachel’s throat.“Fuck, Kristen,” she breathed, grabbing a fistful of sheets. “Don’t st
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (3)Finally, the soft lips of this gorgeous woman were on Rachel’s, and she felt a rush so intense it nearly knocked the breath out of her. She couldn't believe how deeply she was already melting into Kristen McCarthy’s kiss. There was something wild, almost untamed, about the way they clung to each other’s mouths. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy. It was full-on hunger.Rachel had never kissed a woman before, and she couldn’t understand why it had taken her so long to try. Kristen’s lips were full and warm, and the way she moved her tongue, slow at first, then messier, more eager, made Rachel groan against her mouth. She tangled her fingers in Kristen’s hair and tugged gently, then harder, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed tight from chest to thighs.Kristen moaned into Rachel's mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard, her nails dragging slightly over the curve. The friction between them made Rachel’s legs tremble. Their lipstick
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy. (2)They finished the tray and chatted a little longer, but when Kristen stood to leave, Rachel followed her to the door. They hugged goodbye. It was supposed to be casual, brief. But neither of them moved. Rachel inhaled the scent of Kristen’s soft and floral perfume. Her body molded into Kristen’s without thinking. Their arms lingered, reluctant to let go.Later, Rachel stood by the window, watching Kristen walk away, her heart still fluttering.In the following weeks, their friendship bloomed. Kristen came over more often, always with something to share: new coffee beans, an art book, stories from her time abroad. They went for walks, lingered in coffee shops, and texted late into the night.Rachel tried to convince herself it was just friendship, but it felt like more. Every time Kristen smiled, every time her fingers brushed Rachel’s arm or tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel’s ear, it was a slow burn she couldn’t ignore. The loneliness Rachel had
Rachel is married and straight. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. But Kristen, her bold and sexy new neighbour, doesn’t play innocent. She watches Rachel like she owns her, talks like she knows exactly what Rachel needs. And the moment Kristen spreads her thighs, Rachel stops pretending.She wants what no man ever gave her.She craves Kristen’s pussy.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••She had never wanted a woman before. Not until now.Rachel Vaughn had always been the devoted wife, the steady mother. Her husband, Diego, worked in finance, often away from home. Their daughters, Tessa and Lily, nine and thirteen, kept her busy, and their house, spotless. On paper, her life looked ideal. But for years now, something had been missing. There was always a dull ache and a need she never understood.Two days ago, a new neighbor moved in next door.That house had been vacant for months. Rachel and Diego had often wondered who might finally buy it. When he noticed the moving van, D







