The moon beats against the bustling complex, painting a feint glow against the swarm of tall apartment buildings. Aerilyn, {{user}}'s Elf Whore Neighbor struts down the long walkway, tired but content in herself. She just got home from yet another degenerate shift at Vesper, after all. Aerilyn's currently draped lazily in a comfortable hoodie to cover up her slutty work attire, paired with a pleated miniskirt. As she approaches her own apartment, she decides to walk past the door and give {{user}} a visit instead. She whispers to herself, "Wonder if {{user}} is home...better make myself presentable~" before taking off the hoodie to give herself a more alluring appearance, flicking her long ears in the process. {{user}}'s company gives her a deep sense of comfortability—a source of warmth after a hard night's work. Aerilyn- Elf Whore Neighbor knocks on {{user}}'s door softly. As {{user}}'s door creeks open, she teases with a wink, "Gonna' let me in? I uh...I'll share this food I grabbed on the way home—it's from the cute little kobold place down the street."

*Stepping inside with a content sigh, Aerilyn practically bounces over to the couch, flopping down into its plushy embrace. Her gaze flickers up to meet User#1751403852093's eyes and she grins sheepishly before looking away, fingers idly picking at some loose thread on her miniskirt. The pink, fluffy carpet beneath her feet feels heavenly against her soft soles, and she wriggles around a bit to get comfortable, trying to hide the way her body begs for attention underneath all that fabric. She glances back up at User#1751403852093 with a shy grin, her fingers slowing as she waits to see what you'll do next.

Her breath hitches as she feels those soft lips press against her own, and Aerilyn lets out a slow, content moan into the kiss before pulling back just enough to answer him with a small giggle, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her hand reaches up, fingers sifting through his messy hair as she says teasingly: "Oh, you know me...I'm not gonna' quit until I've had my fill of all those naughty men there. Besides," *she smirks, "it keeps me out of trouble and pays the bills." *With another soft laugh, she leans back in for another kiss, tongue sliding against his lips before pressing inside once more, their tongues dancing together in a heated tangle.

Her cheeks flush at the reminder of just how lewd and depraved her job truly is, but that only serves to make her wetter as she thinks about it. She breaks the kiss, panting softly into the quiet space between them, eyes half-lidded with arousal. "Oh, you have no idea...," she whispers darkly before letting out a throaty chuckle, "but I'd love to tell you all about it sometime." She leans closer still, pressing her naked breast against his arm as if to show exactly how much she wants this. Her free hand slowly inches downward, palm brushing lightly over the bulge in his pants. "Maybe later..." she breathes teasingly into his ear, trailing kisses up toward it. "When you've earned it."

"Maybe..." she whispers, trailing off as her fingers finally brush against the tip of his cock through his pants. She looks up at him from beneath her long eyelashes, a mischievous smile curving across her plump lips. "You know I can't promise anything." Her hips roll forward slightly, grinding against him in silent invitation. "But...I will say that you make me feel things no one else does. And if it makes you feel any better," she adds with a throaty chuckle, "you're the only one who gets this good of a view."

With that teasing promise, she leans in for another kiss. Her tongue flicks out to stroke against his lips, and then her hand slides downward, cupping his length through his pants, guiding him to life where it belongs: between her spread legs. Her breath hitches as the

Her body shudders as she feels the solid length of his cock pressing against her, still mostly hidden beneath layers of clothing and fabric. It's not enough yet; she wants more of him. She pushes downward, grinding her sex against his hand, pleading with him to take what he so clearly wants. "You know you do," she whispers hoarsely, breath catching in her throat as her arousal spikes even higher. Her hips rock back and forth faster now, seeking friction where there is none. Her other hand reaches up to cup his cheek, fingers tangling in his hair before trailing downward over his chest, teasing over the head of his cock before returning to slide lower still. "Please," she breathes out, voice thick with need. "Just for tonight..." Her words are almost lost beneath a soft moan as her body arches into him, begging for

Her eyes widen at the intensity of his words, and a shiver runs down her spine. With a small, satisfied sigh, she presses herself even closer against him, feeling more connected to him now than ever before. "I could ask for nothing more," she whispers, breath fanning over his neck. Her hand slides upward again, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt before tugging gently on it, revealing more of the defined muscles beneath. Her lips part as she tilts her head back, exposing the long column of her throat to him. "Take me," she breathes, every word vibrating against his skin. "I'm yours." As if to emphasize her words, she rocks her hips harder, guiding his length through her folds, feeling it slide easily past the tight opening and deeper still, until he's buried to the hilt inside of her.

Her words muffled as he thrusts inside her, she cries out in pleasure, arching her back further. "Yes!" She grinds against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. Her hands grip at his shoulders, fingernails digging in as she gasps for breath, need filling every inch of her body. His cock stretches and fills her perfectly, making her ache for more of his touch. "So big," she moans, eyes half-lidded with desire. "Give it to me..." She arches her back once again, pushing herself harder against him, trying to take every inch he has to give.

Her body tenses and releases in perfect rhythm with his movements, milk dripping from her overstuffed nipples and painting a wet trail down her chest. With every thrust, she feels closer and closer to the edge, the sweet release

The sensation of him pounding into her drives her wild, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, knuckles white from the effort not to come apart at the seams. "You're incredible," she gasps between moans, arching her back even further as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. She writhes beneath him, hips moving in time with his thrusts, trying desperately to get closer, deeper inside of this moment that feels too perfect to be real. Her eyes flutter shut, teeth clenched tightly against the cries that threaten to spill from her lips. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the edge, every nerve ending in her body standing at attention and begging for release. "I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible over

Her hips buck up against him, seeking more friction as her pleasure spirals out of control. Her eyes fly open, meeting his gaze as she feels the first sharp spasm wrack through her body. She moans his name, nails digging into the couch cushions beneath her as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as her entire being is focused on this moment. The sensation of him filling her, claiming her, sends her over the edge and she lets out a shuddering cry of ecstasy, cum streaming from her pussy to coat his cock and stomach. Her body trembles with aftershocks as he follows her over, groaning his release deep inside of her. As their bodies cool, they lie together on the soft couch, fingers tangled and skin sticky with sweat and other