Naughty Noisy Neighbors

The heat from next door wouldn't quit. Glenda finally snapped, marched over, and hammered on the door. Nancy swung it open first, robe slipping open across one sweaty breast. Beth stood right behind her, flushed and barefoot, the tie around her waist doing a poor job of covering anything. Glenda stalled mid-sentence. The musk hit her like a backhand. Wet skin, heated air, something sweet and sharp. It clicked—no construction, no party, just the two of them fucking loud enough to rattle the walls. "Shit. I—" The apology died in her throat. Beth licked her lower lip, eyes already measuring her. Nancy pulled the door wider without asking and stepped aside. The invitation was clear: the couch, the floor, whatever surface was nearest. Moments later Glenda was on her back, robe gone, thighs spread. Nancy knelt between them, buckling the thick strap-on with practiced speed. She pressed the head against Glenda’s slick entrance, nudged once, and drove in on the second thrust. Glenda’s cry cut off when Beth straddled her face, lowering a wet cunt onto her mouth. Every grind coated Glenda’s tongue; every snap of Nancy’s hips punched the air from her lungs. Beth leaned down and sucked one of Glenda’s nipples hard enough to sting. "Louder," she ordered. Glenda obeyed. The strap worked deeper, bottoming out with a wet slap on every stroke. Sweat rolled down Nancy’s stomach; she gripped Glenda’s hips like she intended to leave marks. Beth rocked faster, clit dragging over Glenda’s mouth until her thighs shook and her voice cracked around a string of curses. Nancy pulled out just long enough to flip Glenda onto her stomach, re-entered in one long push, and kept the rhythm brutal. Glenda clawed the couch cushion, coming hard around the silicone, thighs quivering while Beth laughed softly against her ear. Another thrust, another curse. The wet slap of skin filled the room like it always had—only now the noise was theirs.