Good neighbors

Cameron shows up next door with warm muffins in her hands, blonde hair catching the light. Her neighbor takes one look at her bare feet sliding into those flip-flops and forgets the baked goods on the spot. He keeps sneaking glances while she chats, the way her toes flex, how she shifts her weight, everything down there holding more pull than the plate. Soon the muffins sit cooling on the counter and she’s kneeling in front of him, mouth busy, feet up and on display, soles flexing with every slick stroke of her lips. He watches every inch she gives, every wriggle of painted toes, letting her know exactly what he wants without saying a word. She grins around his cock, happy to give the new neighbor the kind of welcome that sticks.