Dirty Christmas
Leslie, her athletic frame barely covered by a skimpy red thong that hugged her hips, shot Duncan a sly grin over her shoulder.
The neighbor, built like a linebacker with stubble shadowing his jaw and a predatory spark in his gaze, had flirted shamelessly with her during backyard barbecues for weeks. Tonight, with Rey's blessing, that tension exploded into something far more primal.
“Down on your knees, Leslie,” Rey barked, his tone brooking no argument. She complied instantly, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, her perky tits rising and falling with quick breaths.
Duncan stood frozen for a beat, his bulge already tenting his cargo pants, before Rey nodded him closer. With swift, sure