Welcome To The Neighborhood

Shay Sights shows up at Jason Pierce's door like she owns the place. No cookies, no bullshit basket — she wants to pop his moving-in cherry the right way. She drops straight to her knees, unzips him, and pulls out that fresh meat like she's unwrapping a birthday gift. Her tongue swirls around the head first, getting it nice and slick, then she slides him all the way to the back of her throat in one greedy gulp. Jason grabs the doorframe, legs shaking, while she works him steady — wet, noisy, and hungry. She looks up the whole time, eyes locked on his like she’s daring him to last. Spit trails down her chin, but she doesn't wipe it — just keeps swallowing him deeper, gagging a little on purpose because she knows the sounds drive guys crazy. Her hands stroke what her mouth can't reach, twisting in rhythm, and when she feels him start to throb she pulls back just enough to let him bust right on her tongue, then swallows every drop like it's the house-warming gift she came for. Jason’s knees almost buckle, and she wipes her mouth, smirks, and walks off like it’s just another Tuesday. Welcome to the neighborhood, Jason. Shay doesn’t do small talk.