Naughty Noisy Neighbors

Glenda marched over after another night of rattling walls. She raised her fist, ready to let them have it, but the door opened and the words died on her tongue. Nancy and Beth stood there flushed, damp, and barely covered—two silk robes clinging to curves that still glistened. No fight left in Glenda. She stepped inside. The strap-on waited on the table, still warm from use. Beth took it first, slicking the shaft with deliberate strokes while Nancy guided Glenda forward. Rebel’s breath hitched when the silicone head pressed between her cheeks. A slow, steady push. She braced against the back of the couch, blonde hair falling forward, and Nancy eased every inch inside her. The stretch pulled a low sound from Rebel’s throat. Ella climbed onto the cushions, spread her legs, and pulled Rebel’s mouth to her cunt. Rebel licked greedily, tongue flicking over clit and folds while Annie worked her from behind. The slap of skin filled the room—rhythmic, wet, loud enough to explain every complaint the neighbors had ever filed. They switched. Ella strapped on next, flipping Rebel onto her back so those full tits bounced with each thrust. Annie straddled Rebel’s face, grinding down until Rebel’s moans vibrated straight into her. Sweat gathered between breasts. Fingers tangled in hair. The three bodies moved like they’d been waiting for exactly this interruption. When Rebel came, her voice joined the chorus that had kept the whole building awake.