Spying On The New Neighbors

Kylie Le Beau stands frozen at her kitchen window, sponge dripping onto the counter. Two naked women tangle on the grass next door—Karlee Grey's heavy tits pressed against Jillian Janson's thighs as they devour each other's mouths. Kylie’s breath catches, nipples stiffening beneath her shirt. Her hand slips under the waistband of her shorts, fingers circling, slick and urgent. She can't look away. The wet sounds carry across the fence. Before she can think, Kylie steps outside, pussy throbbing, and ducks behind a maple tree for a closer view. Their robes lie in a heap. Jillian’s fingers pump in and out of Karlee’s cunt, thumb grinding the clit; Karlee arches, ass flexing, mouth open on a moan. Kylie’s knees go weak behind the trunk. Her own hand works faster. Then Karlee’s eyes snap up and find her. Instead of covering herself, Karlee smiles and crooks a wet finger. Jillian follows her wife’s stare, licks her lips, and calls, "Come here." Kylie stumbles forward, face hot, shorts clinging to her soaked cunt. The women are newlyweds—moved in three days ago. Karlee pulls Kylie between them, tongue sliding into her mouth while Jillian strips off Kylie’s clothes. "We don’t want an apology," Jillian whispers, sucking a nipple. "We want you." Kylie starts to explain she hasn’t touched anyone since the divorce, but Karlee’s mouth finds her cunt first, tongue flicking the swollen clit. Jillian spreads Kylie’s thighs wider, sucks her asshole, two fingers driving inside. Both women feast—licking, finger-fucking, biting—until Kylie’s moans roll across the yard. Karlee sits on her face, soaking Kylie’s tongue, and Jillian sucks Kylie’s clit hard enough to make her come in gasping pulses. They don’t stop, and they make sure she forgets the divorce more than once before the sun goes down.