"It was incredible, obviously," my neighbor whispered, her voice still thick with the residual haze of pleasure. She shifted slightly, her skin sticking to the sheets as the humid basement air began to cool our sweat-soaked bodies. "But I’m actually a little worried now. After the way you just worked me over, I don’t think my pathetic excuse for a husband is ever going to be able to touch me again without me feeling like I'm missing out."
Her words were blunt, almost crude, but they hit me with the force of a physical compliment. I couldn't help but let out a low, triumphant chuckle. There was something intoxicating about being the man who had effectively ruined her for anyone else.
She didn't let the moment settle into silence for long. Her soft, dexterous hand traveled back under the c
