Peeking through the cracked door—no one there at first, just a bed rumpled from last night’s rain. Then her: sister’s curvy neighbor on all fours over the mattress, lips stretched obscenely wide around some poor bastard who didn’t expect this when he knocked. Tits swinging, thighs slick with spit as she bobs deeper than any decent girl should dare—gagging but greedy for it. He grabs her hips and slams up hard; cock hits the back of her throat every time. She coughs once, then swallows around him like she was born to take it raw. No warning lights under the doorframe. No ‘don’t come in’ signs posted anywhere—but you know this wasn’t supposed to happen here either.
