She slammed the door behind her. What she had just seen throbbed in her clitoris as she tore at her soaking panties.

Otherwise fully clothed, she fell to her knees, the broken wet cotton draped on one thigh as she attacked the need between her legs.

Mere seconds later a wail escaped her throat. Even as the orgasm pervaded, she still rubbed, not yet sated. Groans echoed amid the squelching.

Another orgasm attempted to appease, but she continued. The third finally calmed the image of her neighbour's brazen masturbation she'd seen through the open window.