The Neighbor's Daughter

She’s the girl next door, polite on the surface, but every inch of her is built for trouble. Manuel knows better, yet when she shows up in his kitchen that afternoon, all hesitation dies. He has her on the table in seconds, pushing her legs wide while she grips his hair and grinds against his tongue. She arches, breath catching, and drags him into a messy 69 that neither of them break until their faces are slick and breathing ragged. Dubsie doesn’t wait for orders. She takes him deep, blonde hair swaying, the soft gold of her bush brushing his mouth every time she rocks down. He can taste how wet she’s getting from every filthy, hungry pull of her lips. She keeps him right at the edge, edging him until his whole body is tight with it. When he finally breaks and spills over her tongue she swallows every drop, then smiles like it’s nothing at all. By nightfall he’s still feeling her on his skin, already counting down the days until his wife leaves again.