She sneaks into the McCormick’s house

It was an agonizing wait as Rachel stared out her bedroom window, waiting for all the lights in the McCormick house to go out. She’d known she was going back into the house before she’d even left, but she had to be patient. Go to early, and she’d be caught before she could get John in a compromising position.

Rachel was practically salivating with the promise of all the perversions the night had waiting when the final bedroom light went out and the house went completely dark. A still suburban dream…

She wore nothing but a black hoodie, the zipper tastefully undone, her cleavage shining in the moonlight. Plus, a pair of black panties that she thought John might go especially crazy for. She crept along the fence line, hidden from the main street, then darted across the strip of yard that separated her from the McCormick house.

Rachel went straight to the side kitchen door, the one she’d slipped away to intentionally unlock before leaving the house. Still unlocked. She moved through the kitchen, cold tile curling her feet. Up the stairs, each step tool with care, anticipation rising as the distance closed between Rachel and her prey.

There. The bedroom door was open slightly. Rachel pushed it wider. The room was bathed in moonlight, illuminating John and Penny sleeping side by side, a respectable gulf between them. Penny lay on her stomach, arm flung across her pillow, her face buried. John was on his back in a deep sleep. Perfect.

Rachel tiptoed forward, her nipples peaking in the cool air. She slid onto the mattress at John’s side, careful not to rustle the sheets. He looked so peaceful, so content. As if he hadn’t had his cock buried in her throat only hours before.

Rachel bit her lip. What to do, what to do?