My Parents Will Never Know!

Chloe needed a hand hauling that dresser across the room, and Myra from next door was happy to pitch in. They’re busting their asses, sweating, when Myra starts laying it on thick—little touches, sly comments, staring at Chloe’s ass every time she bends over. Chloe shuts it down quick, but Myra grins and owns up: she’s not the innocent neighborhood kid everyone thinks. She wants Chloe, wants her bad. Chloe tells her to keep her mouth shut about the whole thing and next thing you know they’re tearing each other’s clothes off right there on the living-room floor, bodies sliding together, tongues greedy, Myra’s fingers working Chloe open until both of them are shaking and moaning through a sweaty, gasping fuck that leaves the furniture half-moved and their legs trembling.