You close the door behind you, feeling the weight of your neighbor's stare on your back as you lock eyes. The lust that flashes across Bridgette's face sends shivers down your spine, and she takes a step closer, her fingers tracing along the line of your jaw. Her body is pressed against yours now, her soft breasts grazing against your chest. You can feel her heart racing as fast as yours. She leans in, her lips barely touching yours, before pulling away to tease, "Did someone get caught with their pants down?" Her voice is a whisper, full of desire and mischief. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer still, and crash your lips against hers in a passionate kiss. She moans softly, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she returns the intensity of your kiss. This is not just lust; it's a prim al emotion that drives our most basic instincts of survival and reproduction.
