Elena's POV

My pussy still throbbed the next morning, pleasantly sore and leaking the last traces of Mark’s cum every time I shifted. I stood in front of the mirror touching myself lazily, fingers circling my swollen clit while I typed out the group text I’d created the night before.

**Elena:** My holes are empty again. Come use your neighborhood cumslut. Back door’s unlocked. 

I sent it with a fresh photo — legs spread on my bed, two fingers buried deep inside my creamy cunt, pulling them out to show the shine. Then I slipped on a tiny sheer robe that hid nothing and waited.

Mike from across the street...