My Next Door Love
she commanded.
Grace, eyes glazed, obeyed. She opened her mouth, letting Hannah slide her own essence onto her tongue. The flavor was musky, sweet, intimately hers. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Hannah watched her, her green eyes dark and satisfied.
“Now,” Hannah said, shifting her stance. The arm around Grace’s waist tightened, lifting her slightly, adjusting her angle against the glass. “Now, what you dreamed about.”
Hannah sank down.