Jar

Caught between them like this—his hand in my hair, her lips on mine—I can't tell who's making me wetter. Grinding back into every thrust while we share breath.

Lucy's got pinned on the workbench, grinding until we're both soaked. Her legs lock tight, kisses deep—this neighbor's not leaving till we're spent.

POV from behind, my hips at the frame edge, driving deep while she pushes back to meet every thrust — ass rippling, back arching, then that look over her shoulder as her moans climb. Mommy's watching in the corner waiting for her turn.