A Present For My Neighbor

India Summer kicks her bedroom door shut and Logan’s already yanking her panties off like he owns the place. He tosses the tiny scrap of lace aside, drops between her thighs, and tongue-fucks her wet blonde pussy with zero hesitation. She moans loud, fingers knotted in his hair, hips rolling against his mouth while he works her clit in fast, filthy circles. Then he flips her over, pushes her ass in the air, and slides his thick cock straight in. He grips her hips hard and pounds like the bed might break—deep, selfish strokes that slap skin and knock the breath out of her every time he bottoms out. India gasps into the sheets, thighs shaking, greedier for every inch he feeds her.