Comforting My Neighbor After A Fight

Jon Jon and Mocha Menage had years under their belts. She'd fed him dinners after long nights and sucked him off in bathroom stalls before brunch. Now she was stepping outside to cool off, keys in hand, after he said nothing about the weekend. She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Sarah Jessie lived next door, coffee in her grip, watching the whole thing. She drifted over barefoot. Inside Jon Jon sat on the couch staring at a blank wall. She didn't ask permission. Her hand found his thigh, then his zipper. She knelt, pulled him out, worked her tongue down the length of him until spit ran to his balls. He gripped the cushion, breathing ragged. Sarah stood, shoved him back, climbed on. She rode slow then fast, grunting as she took every inch, sweat slicking her tits. When he warned he was close she slid off, dropped to her knees again, held his cock so the first hot rope painted her cheek, the rest landed across her lips and tongue.