Fucking The Neighbors #04 - Cali Caliente, Isabella Nice & Chris Blaccwood

Cali leans against the kitchen counter and drops the bomb on Chris like it’s the weather report. “Turns out Isabella next door wants a three-way,” she says, scrolling through the group chat like she’s asking if they need more oat milk. Chris freezes with a beer halfway to his mouth. “You— me—and her?” His eyebrows climb. “What if it’s weird later? What if you get—y’know— possessive?” Cali snorts. “Babe, she’s getting both of us. Nothing to get jealous over. Unless you’re worried she’ll compare.” Chris exhales, half a laugh. “You’re serious.” “Call her.” So he does. Two texts, three minutes later, Isabella’s at the door in a sundress that leaves very little to imagination. Drinks get poured, small talk dies fast, and suddenly the girls are peeling clothes off like gift wrap. Cali bends over the couch arm first. Chris’s hand cracks across her ass—once, twice—while Isabella drops to the rug, tongue teasing between each painted toe like it’s dessert. The moan that leaves Cali is loud enough for the whole cul-de-sac. Isabella works her way up, mouth slicking over slick skin until she’s buried between Cali’s thighs, lapping like she’s starving. Cali arches, grabs the back of Chris’s thigh, drags him forward and takes his cock between her lips in one smooth swallow. Spit trails down his shaft, dripping onto Isabella’s cheek. Every wet sound bounces off the coffee table. Chris looks down, amused, impressed, mildly stunned. Cali pops off, breath hot. “Guess we’re doing this then.” Isabella just grins up, lips shiny, fingers already curling deeper, hungry for whatever’s next. Where does it go from here? Only one way to find out.