Comforting My Neighbor After A Fight

Jon Jon and Mocha Menage had years under their belt, but lately the sparks were dying. Mocha was getting nothing from the guy she used to count on, just silence and half-assed attention. One night they blew up, she yelled, slammed the door, and left him sitting there steaming. Sarah Jessie lives next door. She spotted Mocha storming out, came over with a smirk and a soft word. Soft words turned to hands, then clothes hit the floor. Sarah climbed on, rode him hard, dirty talk spilling out of her the whole time. She knew exactly how to move, kept him on edge until he couldn’t hold back. When he came, she caught every drop on her face, licking her lips, grinning like she’d won the round.