The house was still, the air thick with the scent of sex. Jack lay on his back, chest rising and falling, one arm draped lazily around Veronica, who was still catching her breath, her body warm and pressed against his.

That’s when he heard it—a knock. Not timid. Confident. Rhythmic.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Jack glanced at the clock. 10:46 p.m.

“What the hell…” he muttered, slipping out of bed, still naked, his body glistening with sweat.

Veronica stirred. “Ignore it.”

But the knock came again. Louder.

He grabbed a pair of boxers, not bothering with anything else, and padded down the hallway. When he opened the front door, the night breeze hit his skin—and so did the sight of her.

Sabrina.

She stood on his porch with one hand on her hip, short dark hair tousled like she just rolled out of someone else’s bed, red lips curved into a dangerous smirk. She wore a tight, low-cut tank top that barely held back her massive, perfectly round tits, and a pair of cut-off shorts that made her thick thighs and full hips look criminal.

“I knew I heard moaning,” she said, looking him up and down like he was a snack. “You don’t exactly keep it down, Jack.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry to disturb the peace.”

“Oh, honey, you didn’t disturb me,” she said, stepping inside uninvited. “You inspired me.”

Jack closed the door behind her slowly. “Sabrina…”

“I’ve heard things about you,” she said, circling him, letting her fingers brush over his chest, his abs, then lower. “And I know Tyrone very well. He always told me you were the calm one, the controlled one.”

Jack smirked. “You don’t seem like you’re here for calm.”

She leaned in, her lips just grazing his ear. “I want a taste of what made Veronica scream like that.”

Just then, Veronica stepped out from the hallway—still naked, hair a mess, skin flushed and marked by Jack’s mouth. Her eyes widened at the sight of Sabrina.

“Oh, her,” Veronica muttered. “Of course you showed up.”

Sabrina just laughed. “Jealous already? Don’t worry. I’m not here to take your man. Just borrow him.”

Jack looked between the two of them—one flushed and sated, the other brimming with wild hunger—and felt his cock start to thicken all over again.

Veronica crossed her arms. “She’s insane.”

Sabrina turned to her with a grin. “And he’s got enough cock for both of us. Don’t be greedy, sweetheart.”

Then she dropped to her knees right there in front of him, looking up with those wicked eyes as she reached for his growing shaft, already slick with the heat of what had just happened.

“You up for round two, Jack?” she asked, her lips just inches from his tip. “Or should I call Tyrone and really get this party started?”

Jack didn’t say a word—he didn’t need to. His cock was already standing thick and heavy in front of Sabrina’s face, and the hungry look in her eyes said she was ready to worship it.

She wrapped one hand around the base, her grip firm, slow strokes teasing up and down as her tongue slid out and flicked the tip. “Mmm,” she moaned, savoring the taste of Veronica still on him. “You’re filthy, Jack. I love it.”

Veronica stood in the hallway, arms crossed, watching with a mix of curiosity and challenge. But she didn’t leave.

Sabrina opened her mouth wide and took Jack in—inch by inch—lips stretching around his girth until her nose nearly touched his abs. Jack hissed through his teeth, his hand tangling in her short hair.

“Shit… Sabrina…”

She pulled back slowly, saliva connecting her lips to his shaft, then took him again, faster this time. Her head bobbed with expert rhythm, mouth hot, wet, and hungry. She moaned with every suck, as if pleasuring him turned her on just as much.

Jack’s hips started to move, matching her pace, fucking her throat while her eyes stayed locked on his. She loved it—gagged a little, drooled more, and never stopped moaning.

Veronica stepped closer now, watching Jack’s cock disappear into Sabrina’s mouth over and over. “She’s good,” she admitted, biting her lip. “No wonder Tyrone kept her around.”

Sabrina pulled off with a pop, gasping for breath and grinning wickedly. “Damn right. But Jack? He’s got something special.”

She stood, peeled off her tank top in one fluid motion, freeing her massive, perfect breasts—bouncy and begging to be touched. Jack reached for them instantly, squeezing, rolling her nipples between his fingers while she moaned into his mouth.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, voice rough with need. “Now.”

Jack turned her around and bent her over the arm of the couch, grabbing her shorts and yanking them down to reveal a round, juicy ass that bounced with every breath.

He ran his cock through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance, then slammed into her in one deep, brutal stroke.

“Fuck yes!” Sabrina cried, arching her back. “Harder—don’t hold back!”

And he didn’t.

He grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind, fast and raw, her ass slapping against his thighs, her tits bouncing wildly beneath her. Her moans were louder than Veronica’s—filthy, shameless, encouraging him to go harder, deeper.

Veronica watched, then slipped behind them and knelt down, licking Jack’s balls as he thrust, moaning as she tasted both of them at once.

“Holy shit,” Jack groaned, close to losing it. “You two are gonna kill me.”

Sabrina looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wild. “Good. Die deep inside me.”

Her orgasm hit hard—she clenched around him, body trembling, mouth open in a silent scream. Jack grabbed her hair, thrust once more, twice—and exploded inside her, thick ropes spilling deep as both women moaned beneath him.

They collapsed in a messy, tangled heap on the couch, gasping, sweaty, completely wrecked.

Sabrina looked over her shoulder with a grin. “You know this isn’t the last time I show up, right?”

Jack laughed, still breathless. “At this rate, I’m going to need to keep the front door unlocked.”

After Sabrina cleaned up—grinning, glowing, and humming like she’d just finished a good workout—she tugged her tank top back on (barely) and made her way to the door.

“You’ll see me again, Jack,” she said, flashing a wink. “Don’t worry—I share sometimes.”

Jack stood in the doorway, naked again, his cock still glistening. “You’ve got a key to the neighborhood now, I guess.”

She gave his ass a playful smack on her way out and disappeared into the night.

When Jack turned back toward the living room, Veronica was already gathering the scattered pillows and blankets from the couch. Still nude, her curves moved with lazy confidence, but there was something softer in her eyes now—less lust, more heat.

“You gonna let her walk in here anytime she wants?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, but her tone was half-teasing, half-curious.

Jack walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. “Only if you’re here to supervise.”

Veronica laughed, leaning back into him. “You’re gonna need supervision. Lots of it.”

He kissed her shoulder, slow and tender, letting the moment stretch. The raw fire from earlier had cooled into something warmer, more intimate. They weren’t just two bodies tangled in need now—they were comfortable, settled.

“Stay the night,” he said softly against her skin.

Veronica turned, eyes searching his. “You want company… or round three?”

Jack smirked. “Yes.”

She smiled, then kissed him—slow, deep, the kind of kiss that said she wasn’t going anywhere. A few minutes later, they were curled up in bed, the sheets barely covering them. Veronica’s leg draped over his, her head on his chest, fingers idly stroking the line of muscle down his stomach.

“You know half the women on this street are gonna be sniffing around you now, right?” she murmured.

Jack chuckled, eyes already heavy with sleep. “Let them. I’ve got a beautiful redhead in my bed.”

“And tomorrow?” she asked.

He kissed the top of her head. “Tomorrow, we lock the door.”

She smirked against his skin. “Don’t count on it. This neighborhood has needs.”

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