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BOOK 10: Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor?

Author: SwaanBlack
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-26 20:53:25
Chloe watched from her window as the minivan disappeared down the street, a flash of angry red. The crunch of tires on gravel was the only soundThe house next door was quiet. Empty. A cage with the door left wide open.

A slow smile spread across her face. She slipped into a long, black trench coat, the belt tied loosely at her waist. Underneath, she was completely naked. The cool silk of the lining brushed against her nipples, making them hard. She stepped into a pair of high heels.

The only things she wore.

The walk across the lawn was short. Each step on the cool grass was a jolt to her bare skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a fast, heavy beat. This was a bad idea. A terrible, wonderful idea.

She knocked on his door.

A moment passed. Then she heard footsteps. The lock turned. The door swung open, and there he was. Ethan. He was wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt that was tight across his chest. His dark hair was messy, and his blue eyes were confused, then wary, as they took h
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