Novel & Cerita Girl Next Door Sexy

Hot with expectation. “Why don’t we move this little party to the bed?” Both Piper and Chaz looked over at the sexy blonde who stood nearly naked in the sacred space of their marital bedroom. Greta our threesome partner dripped sex appeal from her full, pouty lips to her hourglass figure. The night they saw her at a club downtown, Chaz and Piper found it hard to keep their eyes off the exotic beauty as she danced in teeny tiny shorts and a ripped tank top. Something about Greta went beyond simple attraction. Something smoldering and magnetic that could be felt from across the room. And when she smiled, they both felt butterflies. They just couldn’t admit it to each other.

Charlotte lay sprawled on her twin bed in the dim glow of her bedside lamp, the room thick with the humid scent of summer night air seeping through the cracked window. At nineteen, she'd always been the good girl—straight A's, church on Sundays, never even kissed a boy properly—but tonight, curiosity gnawed at her like an itch she couldn't ignore. It started with a forbidden scroll through her phone earlier, stumbling on a video of a woman touching herself, fingers circling her clit with shameless abandon. The sight had sent a confusing rush between Charlotte's thighs, her cotton panties growing damp for the first time without reason. *Is that what it feels like?* she wondered now, heart pou

she whispered. Her hand slid between my legs,two fingers rubbed my clit slowly. I moaned and reached for Kara. She spread her legs so I could touch her too. We didn’t go crazy though,we just teased each other a little. Our fingers circled inside just enough to make us moan “This is crazy,” Kara breathed. “We’re four horny girls waiting for strangers to fuck us through a wall.” “But it feels so right,” Leah said. She leaned over and kissed Jenna’s shoulder while her fingers played with me.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

Three step ahead, a door on the left side was left ajar. I hear soft moans coming from it and I curiously move closer. I see the back of a man and a woman having sizzling sex. The type that makes you feel naughty for a bit. He was slamming her harder from behind and she was all on fours as they both clenched and gritted their teeth. Seeing the live sensual activity, it is sending chills down my spin, and in a bit, I feel the moisture forming between my legs, I'm suddenly craving to be in that same position as the woman.

At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time. Her mother sighed. “Oh great. Party neighbors.” Ruby wasn’t listening. Her eyes had caught something—someone. A boy stepped out onto the balcony next door, the one directly connected by only a narrow wall to the balcony of their new apartment. The dying sunlight caught him perfectly: messy black hair, silver chain glinting, a confident, careless way he leaned over the railing. He laughed at something someone said behind him, but his eyes slid up for a split second—meeting Ruby’s.

And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly. But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room? At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind. Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away. But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.