"Uh… Zesai," Amara stammered, her voice catching in her throat. She froze mid-sentence as the screen shifted.
The two guys stepped out of the frame, leaving the blonde sprawled on the couch. She twisted around, lying back, her head propped on a cushion. With a sly grin, she locked eyes with the camera, her husband's lens and crooked a finger at him, slow and teasing. Then she spread her legs wide. Her pussy glistened, cum dripping out, thick and white, running down her thighs in messy streaks.
"Oh God," Amara yelped, her voice spiking high enough to crack. Her eyes widened as the husband, Heman, she guessed dropped the camera for a second, the angle jerking before settling again.
He crawled onto the couch, scooting between her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and then he buried his face right in her cum-soaked pussy. His tongue darted out, lapping at the mess, slurping loud enough for the mic to pick it up.
Amara's head whipped toward Zesai. He was glued to the screen, jaw slack, his hand working fast under the blanket. The fabric bunched up around his wrist, jerking with every stroke. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him for a second, but then the TV flickered, pulling her back. The scene faded to black, and she let out a shaky breath, thinking it was done. Relief washed over her.
But then the screen flared up again, no pause, no warning. The blonde was back, stretched out naked on the same couch, legs splayed wide like she owned the damn place. Her pussy still shone wet, cum smeared across her inner thighs.
Amara's breath hitched as another woman strolled into the shot, buck naked, boobs swaying with every step, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. She knelt between the blonde's legs, smooth and confident, and dipped her head low. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the blonde's swollen pussy lips before diving in, licking slow and deep.
Amara's hand flew to her mouth, muffling a gasp. Her heart thudded hard, she knew this woman. Two doors down. Now here she was, face buried in pussy like it was her day job.
"Oh god, sweetie," the blonde groaned, talking straight to the camera, "She's eating me so good." She grabbed the woman's head, fingers twisting in her hair, shoving her deeper. Her hips bucked, grinding against the woman's mouth, moans spilling out loud and raw.
Amara's pulse slammed in her chest, so fast she felt lightheaded, like the room was spinning. Her body moved before her brain caught up, her trembling hand slipped under the blanket, fumbling past the waistband of her silky pajamas. Her fingers brushed her pussy, and fuck, it was drenched, her lips swollen and slick.
She bit her lip hard, trying to keep it together, and started rubbing, slow circles at first, then faster, pressing down on her clit.
Zesai caught the sound, a soft whimper slipping from her throat. He turned his head, slow, and saw her. Her eyes were half-shut, lids heavy, her chest rising and falling too fast.
Under the blanket, her hand moved in tight little jerks, matching his own rhythm. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum slicking his palm, and that was it, he couldn't hold back.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" he groaned, loud and ragged. His hand pumped harder, fist flying up and down his shaft. His balls tightened, and then he was cumming, hot spurts shooting out, splattering across his stomach, soaking through his shirt. His hips jerked with every pulse, the blanket slipping down to show the mess.
Amara's eyes flicked to him just as the blonde on screen threw her head back, screaming through her climax. The neighbor's tongue worked her pussy relentless, lips shiny with cum and spit.
Zesai's moan hit her ears, and that tipped her over. Her fingers rubbed frantic now, slipping in her own wetness. Her pussy clenched hard, and she came, biting down on her lip to stifle the sound. Little gasps leaked out anyway, high and needy, her thighs clamping tight around her hand as her whole body shook.
The screen cut to black, sudden and final. The room went dead quiet, just the two of them sitting there, breaths heavy and uneven.
Amara's hand stayed frozen under her pajamas, sticky and warm. Zesai's stomach glistened with cum, his hand still wrapped loose around his softening cock. Neither moved, neither daring to look at the other.