I need a cup of sugar and your pleasure please
The sight of my curves popping out of my clothes while I plant flowers out front is the bane of your existence, but you can't look away. The way my olive skin shines in the sun and the denim of my shorts clings to my ass, the fabric pressing up between my legs. I'm the neighbor always walking around naked inside without ever shutting the blinds on the side that faces your house. How long have we been sneaking away to each other?
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