Fucking The Neighbors #05 - Chanel Camryn, Musa Phoenix & Donny Sins

Musa's trying to get his spine to pop when Donny storms up to the window like his house is on fire. Poor guy hasn't slept—his wife, Chanel, has been riding him since midnight and now he needs to punch a time clock. Musa blinks. Offering Tylenol isn't the move here. Donny blurts the ask: screw his wife so he can stay awake on the job. Two hours, max. Musa coughs, shrugs, says sure. Donny sprints off like he just dropped a lit match. Musa knocks, steps inside, and hears furious fingers working overtime. Chanel's spread-eagle on the sheets, still wired. She spots him and snaps—where's her husband? Musa lays it out in one breath: Donny handed off the shift. Her eyes light like slot machines. "Get in," she growls. Clothes vanish. Musa climbs aboard, gives the workout his full focus, hips slapping until the bed frame complains. Door opens. Donny's back, tie loose, grin wide. He peels off his shirt, joins the pile, and three bodies find a rhythm—no rush, just payback for a sleepless night.