Dolly Nextdoor Nude Novels & Stories

Two identical Birkins without the need to be on the waiting list. Dolly pulled me in for a selfie, edited it until we both looked like magazine covers, then posted it online. She winked at me. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes, this post is going to get all the likes, and I guarantee someone’s going to forward the screenshots to Chloe.” I raised a brow. “You sound pretty confident.” Dolly smirked. “You underestimate me.” After our shopping spree, we found a cozy café and settled in. Sure enough, Dolly’s phone started blowing up.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

I keep the kids occupied while she asks Bronx his pre-organized questions and even makes his cheeks turn pink. “Alright everyone, the moment you’ve been waiting for!” Dolly announces. She turns in her seat toward the screen with a huge grin. I see Bronx turn to look, but I can’t bring myself to do the same. I look at my reflection in Maya’s patent leather shoes and feel my face growing hot as the crowd gasps and awes at the photos slowly scrolling across the screen. “Kas, these photos are gorgeous!” Dolly swoons. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want to see?”

A raw, gushing orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling on the ground and my juices flooding out of my pussy. He pulled the dildo out slowly and stood up. He went into the toilet with it while I collapsed to the ground, panting at how he had just made me feel. “Get dressed, Dolly.” He announced as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Time to go home.” I blinked up at him, limbs weak, cunt still throbbing but I didn't say a word. “We still have twenty-nine days ahead of us, sweetheart why spoil all the fun tonight?” he said, smiling that infuriating calm smile.

I don’t want her waking up to this. “What are you doing?” I whisper harshly, stepping toward Dolly and shutting the door behind me as quietly as possible. “Have you lost your mind?” Dolly’s face is flushed, her eyes glistening as though she’s been crying. But I’ve seen this act before—the carefully calculated vulnerability designed to chip away at my defenses. “Knoxx,” she breathes, her voice low and pleading. “We need to talk.” I drag her further down the hall, away from the bedroom until we reach outside the house, near the sea. My jaw clenches as I try to keep my temper in check.

Shep added from the living room. Dolly gathered up some extra shampoo and soap from under the sink. “I’ll go take a shower after Shep in his bathroom once I’ve got clothes laid out for you two. And if you’re going to take a little intimate time, don’t be too loud. No matter what we do, these walls never keep out too much noise. My biggest complaint about the neighborhood, but also one of the biggest selling points if you’re on the run.”

After a while, I heard him say, “Nothing much, but sometimes he touches my head and squeezes my arms. He’s not rough with it, so I don’t feel it too much.” “Guess he’s not that terrible then,” I replied decidedly, “It takes a kind man to treat some stranger’s doll with softness.” “Kind my foot!” I heard the sound of something falling, and then my friend’s voice disappeared. I put the doll down and called out his name. Perhaps he had slipped and fell. After a while, I heard him speak again, “I’m fine, just dropped my phone.” He sounded exhausted. “Maybe the doll isn’t with him anymore. Someone else took it, I think, and that person kept talking the entire night. I couldn’t hear what was said

It was shut tight, and I wondered where Demi was spending her night. I pushed open the heavy stairwell door, and the motion-sensor light flickered on. Before I could even step inside, I saw a woman in a red dress leaning against the wall by the stairs. Demi's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed and wet, and her lips were parted just slightly. One of her hands was hiking up her dress, kneading at her own curves. My gaze darkened. I swallowed hard and looked down. The shock hit me like a physical blow. Demi was touching herself!

I called my assistant and informed him to escort Natalia to my office directly without any appointment procedure. Someone knocked at my door. "Come in."I replied "Hello Etienne."Natalia said shyly and entered my office looking gorgeous in blue chiffon shirt and a short pencil skirt.Not slutty short but decent short. "Hey,Come in.Have a seat." Drake's mouth hung open.He was staring at her making her uncomfortable. "Dude would you cut it?"He cleared his throat. "I am sorry where are my manners.I am Drake Johnson.I am this douchebag best friend."He extended and shook his hand with her.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.