Poor Daisy. It's hard to be satisfied when she's not getting any. When Internet-hot-guy Josh moves in next door, he's always out doing lawn work with his shirt off. Daisy can't help ogling him from her bedroom window, and doing naughty things to herself as she watches him sweat.
Caution: contains naughty, explicit situations! 18+
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Daisy trailed after him, the heat loosening her limbs. Ahead, his back muscles tensed and released as he walked, balancing the tray. Her eyes slid lower, to his waist, to the small of his back, to his shapely butt. His shorts were stuck to it, damp with sweat. What would it feel like to touch it?
She bit her lip. Get it together, she thought. She was there on a mission. She had to put a stop to these naughty feelings.
Josh set the tray on the table.
"I'm glad to finally meet you," he said, offering her a chair.
"You must have thought I was spying on you." She giggled suddenly, sounding ridiculous.
"Not at all, but I would have been flattered," he said with a laugh.