If These Walls Could Talk

Laura just moved to the city and she’s crashing with Dave, this guy her parents trust because he’s from back home. Turns out he’s a loud-mouthed perv who keeps bringing women over. Laura hears him pounding some busty blonde in the next room—Tanya. The headboard slams, Tanya moans about how deep he’s giving it, and Laura tries to tune it out but ends up rubbing her clit to every filthy word. She’s so caught up she doesn’t notice when they stop. The bedroom door creaks and there’s Tanya, topless and smirking, nipples still hard. She catches Laura with two fingers buried in her pussy and laughs. Instead of getting mad she climbs onto the bed and peels Laura’s shorts off, promising to show her exactly what she was missing through the wall. They go at it hard—tongues, fingers, grinding on each other until the sheets are soaked. Laura’s on her back, legs spread wide while Tanya laps at her when Dave walks in, cock still half-hard and wearing that cocky grin. He tells her he knew the “good girl” act wouldn’t last and asks if he can jump in. Tanya shrugs like it’s no big deal. Laura hesitates—Dave’s practically family—but her pussy’s throbbing and her head’s spinning, so she nods and lets him in. Dave slides between them and the three of them tangle up fast. Blond hair, brunette hair, big tits bouncing, mouths everywhere. Laura stops thinking about what her parents would say and just rides the wave, taking everything Dave and Tanya give her until she’s shaking and loud enough to wake the whole building.