In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, Abella, the guy’s alluring neighbor, knocks on his door one afternoon, holding an empty sugar jar and batting her lashes. She says she’s desperate for sugar to make hot chocolate, and with his wife at work, the house is all his. He lets her in, heading to the pantry to grab the sugar, but Abella’s not there for cocoa. She sidles up behind him, her touch electric, and the jar hits the counter as she murmurs something about staying right there. In his own kitchen, the tension explodes—clothes are yanked off, and he takes her hard against the counter, the familiarity of his own home twisted by the illicit rush.
In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, Abella, the guy’s alluring neighbor, knocks on his door one afternoon, holding an empty sugar jar and batting her lashes. She says she’s desperate for sugar to make hot chocolate, and with his wife at work, the house is all his. He lets her in, heading to the pantry to grab the sugar, but Abella’s not there for cocoa. She sidles up behind him, her touch electric, and the jar hits the counter as she murmurs something about staying right there. In his own kitchen, the tension explodes—clothes are yanked off, and he takes her hard against the counter, the familiarity of his own home twisted by the illicit rush.
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