One afternoon Tasha and her guy Freddy had been loving it up on the living room sofa, and between rounds Tasha got up for a pee. On her way back to the couch she happened to look out the living room window and notice in the apartment directly across the way her friend Honey sexing some hunk she’d been bragging about all week. They were really going at it. Still watching out the window, Tasha called Honey. It went to voice mail. Tasha left a message. “I can see you, girl!” Honey picked up without stopping the fuck. “So?” she answered. Then, “We could see you, too, you know? Not bad, but as a stud, Freddy’s got a long ways to go.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tasha responded. Then, “This means war. Freddy, get your ass over here.”

Freddy tried, Tasha had to give him that, but he wasn’t really up to the task, despite Tasha employing some of her best moves, her best strategy. Across the way, Honey pressed up against the glass, the hunk behind her, powering her into yet another orgasm.

“Okay, you win,” Tasha conceded into the phone. “I’m coming over to officially surrender.”