Rich Girl Gets What She Wants

Her father bought the condo outright, the best money could buy. The only trouble lives next door. European. Pushes the bass so hard the walls shake. Carter knocks once, twice, ready to yell. He opens up shirtless, grin already loaded, and the music behind him is worse than she thought. His friend John sits on the couch with two glasses already poured. She steps inside anyway. The drinks go down fast. Blue eyes meet hers across the rim. The first hand on her thigh moves slow, testing. She doesn’t stop it. Soon she’s between them on the leather, Carter’s short dress shoved higher, two sets of fingers working her open. She pulls one cock free, then the other, mouth busy, spit running down her chin while the music keeps thumping. Jean takes her first. She straddles him, slides down, blonde hair swinging, riding him in smooth, measured strokes. John steps in behind, palms her ass, and she lets him in too. The stretch burns, then melts into something hotter. She rocks between them, full on both ends, the neighbors trading places when one starts to get too close. Every thrust lands deeper. The condo walls don’t feel thick enough anymore. She comes first on Jean’s cock, then again with John buried in her throat, mascara streaking. They finish across her tits, hot and thick, and the music is still playing when they finally let her breathe.