New Lease On Lust

Lauren stopped by her next-door neighbor's place, figuring Erica Cherry needed company after losing her wife. Turns out the widow was doing just fine—maybe too fine. Her dead wife had been the sugar-mama deal, and both of them knew the deal from the start. Now Erica’s rich, settled, and already horny again, thanks to the late Mrs. Cherry’s explicit okay to go fuck whoever she wants. When Erica presses her chest against Lauren’s, the heat’s so sudden Lauren almost laughs. But Erica’s mouth finds her neck and that laugh turns into a quick, needy gasp. Clothes get yanked, not unbuttoned—bras tossed on the lampshade, panties left inside-out on the hardwood. Erica drops to her knees, tongue slick and greedy, while Lauren grips the counter edge hard enough to whiten her knuckles. Soon they’re grinding on the rug—Lauren riding Erica’s thigh, Erica’s strap buried to the hilt. Sweat-slick bodies slap together, moans echoing off the granite counters. Lauren still calls it a “support visit” on her way out, but they both know she’ll be knocking again tomorrow night.