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In the sweltering heat of a Spanish summer afternoon, two young women, Carlota andangerina, found themselves lounging in Carlota’s bedroom, trying to keep cool. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the relentless sun. Angleina was reclining on the bed, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression, when a sudden thump from the wall startled her upright.

“What was that?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Carlota rolled her eyes. “Probably just Maria, the old lady across the hall. She’s always banging around.”

But a few minutes later, the thumping sound returned, louder and more insistent. Angleina’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “Carlota, is that…?” she trailed off, her cheeks flushing pink.

Carlota grinned wickedly. “Yep. Looks like Maria’s at it again, the dirty old goat.”

The two girls exchanged a glance, then burst into giggles. Maria was known throughout the apartment building as a bit of a tart, always bringing home eligible young men for “coffee.” The old girl had quite the appetite, it seemed.

As if on cue, a masculine groan drifted through the thin walls, followed by a feminine moan. Carlota and Angleina looked at each other, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s take a look,” Carlota suggested, hopping off the bed.

The girls crept to the window that overlooked the street below. There, nestled in the gnarled branches of an ancient olive tree, was a perfect view of Maria’s window. And there, illuminated by the last golden rays of the setting sun, was a most compromising position.

Maria, in all her glory, was bent over her bed,skirt hiked up around her waist, as a stark naked man pounded into her from behind. Her face was twisted in ecstasy, her ample breasts bounced jelly-like with each thrust.

“Wow,” Angleina breathed, riveted by the spectacle. “She’s really going at it, isn’t she?”

Carlota nodded, equally transfixed. They watched in silence for a few moments, until a sudden creak of floorboards made them both jump. Spinning around, they found themselves face-to-face with none other thanChristoval, Carlota’s boyfriend.

The young man stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. “Carlota!” he exclaimed. “What are you…?”

But before he could finish his sentence, Angleina cut him off. Moving lightning-fast, she wrapped her arms around Christoval’s neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Startled, he tried to protest, but she smothered his objections with her tongue.

“What are you doing, Angleina?” Carlota demanded, torn between outrage and amusement. “Let go of Christoval this instant!”

But Angleina paid her no heed. She was too busy making out with the stunned young man, her hands roaming freely over his toned physique. “Please, Carlota,” she gasped between kisses. “I’m so horny. Watching Maria got me all worked up. Let me have some fun.”

Carlota hesitated, torn between loyalty to her boyfriend and the taboo thrill of witnessing her best friend seduce him. In the end, arousal won out over restrictive morals. “Well,” she said slowly, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to watch for a bit. But no funny business, you hear?”

Angleina grinned triumphantly and whipped off her shirt, revealing her pert breasts. Christoval gulped, his eyes glued to her chest. “Oh, we’ll see about that,” she purred, sliding her hands down to the waistband of his shorts.

What followed was a scene of pure, unadulterated debauchery. Angleina stripped Christoval naked and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him with a wicked grin. Her nimble fingers found his cock, already rock-hard with arousal, and began to stroke it expertly.

Meanwhile, Carlota watched in growing arousal, her fingers delving beneath the waistband of her own shorts. She groaned softly as they brushed against her dripping slit, the wetness surprising even herself.

On the bed, Angleina had taken Christoval into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth. The wet sounds of her suckling filled the room, punctuated by Christoval’s breathy moans.

Carlota couldn’t stand it any longer. shucking off her clothes in record time, she dove onto the bed behind her friend. “Move over,” she commanded breathlessly. “I want a taste too.”

Together, the two girls worked Christoval’s cock, Angleina sucking and licking while Carlota concentrated on his balls. The young man thrashed beneath them, lost in a world of pleasure, his fingers twining in their hair.

After what felt like an eternity, Angleina released him with a wet pop. “I want you inside me,” she demanded, straddling his hips once more. Positioning the head of his cock at her entrance, she sank down slowly, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

Carlota watched, transfixed, as her best friend began to ride Christoval’s cock. The sight was too much for her. Slipping a hand between her own legs, she began to finger herself furiously, her cries of pleasure mingling with those of the other two.

The pounding on the bed reached a frenzied pitch as the trio pushed each other closer and closer to the edge. When Angleina finally threw her head back and screamed her release, it seemed to trigger something in Christoval. With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his seed pumping out in thick spurts.

Carlota watched them, too far gone to care about propriety. As soon as Christoval was finished, she leapt onto the bed and buried her face between Angleina’s thighs, lapping up the mingled fluids as if she were starving for them.

The three collapsed onto the sweat-soaked sheets, sated and panting. In the relative calm that followed, Carlota couldn’t help but think about what had just transpired. Had she really just watched – and participated in – an act of infidelity with her own boyfriend? And more importantly, would she do it again?

As if reading her mind, Angleina turned to her with a Cheshire-cat grin. “That was fun,” she purred. “We should do it again sometime.”

Carlota couldn’t help but agree. After all, where was the harm in a little fun every now and then?

And so, with the sound of Maria’s moans still echoing through the thin walls, Christoval, Carlota, and Angleina basked in the afterglow of their sordid tryst, already looking forward to the next one.