My New Girl Nextdoor

The house is quiet now that everyone’s gone, and my new neighbor Miss Maiko slips inside wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, her dark hair loose and her innocent face hiding pure hunger. She presses against me in the hallway, her soft hands already tugging at my belt as her breath quickens. I lift her onto the kitchen counter, slide between her trembling thighs, and bury myself deep in her slick, eager heat—she moans my name like she’s been starving for this exact moment.