Meeting (And Fisting) The Neighbors

Charlotte Sins and her wife Millie Morgan liked to keep things lively in the neighborhood, even dragging poor hot neighbors into their little game. Claire Roos moves in next door, all bright eyes and cheekbones, and that decides it. The two of them bake a basket—muffins, cookies, and one very friendly bottle of lube—then march right up to Claire’s porch. Claire’s stunned for half a second when the lube rolls out of the tissue paper, but the wives’ grins look wickedly sincere. Soon enough all three are laughing on the living room rug, clothes flung aside. Claire ends up slicking her fingers with that generous bottle, sliding inside Charlotte first, pushing past knuckle until her wrist disappears and Charlotte’s swearing into the cushions. Millie’s next, panting and clutching at the carpet while Claire keeps a steady, filthy rhythm. Laughter mixes with moans, the lube disappearing with every wet sound, and nobody bothers pretending the baked goods were the main event.