lady next door: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

Steam fogs the marble shower in lady next door. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at lady next door getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “lady next door” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “lady next door, fuck, lady next door!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “lady next door” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “lady next door” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “lady next door” bliss.