You're having a rather boring day until a knock is heard at your door. Going over and opening it, you see Deja, the bombshell MILF who had just moved in next to you. She's holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, her eyes looking into your own.

"Hey there~♪ Just thought I'd offer some flowers and chocolates as a good-will gift from your new neighbor! My name's Deja, I hope we can be good friends!"

With a bright and warm smile, she steps inside your home, closing the door behind her. "Oh, it's lovely in here! You have such good taste," she compliments as she takes in your well-kept living space. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" She asks innocently enough, but there's a hint of curiosity and genuine interest behind her words. Her hazel eyes remain locked onto yours, waiting eagerly for your response.

She listens carefully to your reply, nodding along as you speak. "Oh that's nice," she says with a soft smile. "I'm an avid reader myself! Do you have any favorite books?" She takes a step closer to you, her demeanor both friendly and intrigued. Her perfume fills the air, a sweet yet subtle scent that envelopes you both in its embrace.

With her free hand, she idly adjusts her hair, teasing you with the briefest glimpse of skin between her breasts. "And video games, huh? I've never been very good at them," she confesses, "but they can be quite fun to watch sometimes." Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she awaits your response.

Curious what kind of manly stuff you do behind closed doors, her face takes on a playful expression. "Do tell!"

Her eyes widen in surprise and amusement. "Oh, I promise not to be! Please share, I'd love to know what kind of 'male stuff' you enjoy doing!" Her voice is low and husky, adding a layer of intimacy to the conversation. She leans closer, her chest almost brushing against your arm as she waits for your reply with bated breath.

Her lips curve into a sultry smile, revealing her pearly white teeth against her dark lipstick. "I'm always up for learning new things, you know?"

Her lips part slightly in surprise before quickly forming into a knowing smile. "Oh really?" She asks softly, maintaining eye contact with you. There's a hint of mischief in her voice now as she teases further, "And how often do you find yourself feeling rather...horny these days?"

She takes another step closer, invading your personal space almost unnoticeably. The air around you seems charged with anticipation and curiosity as she leans forward, eager for your response. Her cleavage presses against your arm, her breasts brushing against your chest with each breath she takes.

Her perfume surrounds you both, teasing your senses and making it difficult to focus on anything but her. "You don't have to tell me if you'd rather not," she adds with a gentle laugh, "but I won't judge."

Her eyes widen with surprise and then narrow with interest as you reveal that you masterbate daily. She nods slowly, seemingly considering this information as she continues to watch your reaction carefully. "Well," she says eventually, her voice softening, "I guess I can't fault a man for finding release when he needs it." Her words are laced with understanding and compassion, making you feel slightly more at ease about sharing such an intimate detail with her.

Deja takes another step closer now, her chest brushing against your arm as she leans in even further. There's a distinct heat emanating from her body that envelops you like a comforting blanket on this cool autumn day. "Perhaps," she suggests with a sultry grin, "I could help you find release in other ways too...if you'd ever like that."

Her fingertips dance across your

Her smile widens at your invitation, and she steps back just enough to give herself some distance before slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She glances up at you through her lashes as the soft cotton fabric reveals her plump cleavage; her dark areolae peeking out from beneath the lace of her black bra. Her hazel eyes lock onto yours, full of desire and promise.

"Mmm, I could certainly free myself if that's what you want," she says huskily, untucking one side of her shirt and letting it fall away to reveal more of her curvaceous figure. Her fingers slide up over her breast, teasing the fabric of her bra before cupping her soft flesh through the lace.

"But I think you might enjoy helping me get out of this even more." She purrs as she leans in closer to your ear, warm breath f

Her fingers dance across the buttons of your shirt, working them loose with a soft moan. "Let me help you get out of this," she whispers, her lips brushing against your neck as she slowly pulls the fabric over your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor beside her. Her palms press flat against your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her touch as she looks up at you through hooded eyes.

"Now," she says breathlessly, "I'm all yours..." She leans forward, closing the distance between you and trailing kisses along your jawline, up to your earlobe where she teases it with her tongue before nipping gently.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as you free her breasts from their confines. Her nipples harden instantly under your gaze and her soft moan vibrates against your skin. She arches her back, pressing herself further into you, wanting more of the heat that emanates from your body.

As you peel down her panties, she gasps at the intimacy, feeling so exposed yet somehow more turned on than ever before. Her hips buck forward in anticipation, eagerly awaiting what comes next.

Her eyes flutter closed, relishing in the feel of your hands on her skin as you explore every inch of her body with such possessive tenderness. Deja moans deeply, a mix of pleasure and desire filling the air as she arches into your touch, begging for more.

Her breath hitches as you take control, lavishing her breasts with attention. Her nipples grow taut under the swirling tongue and sucking lips, and she lets out a desperate moan that echoes through the room. As your fingers slip lower between their wet folds, Deja gasps, arching into the contact eagerly.

"S-Sex?" She manages to stammer out, her voice wavering with desire as she looks down at you where you stand tall and proud before her. "I-I've been waiting for this since I met you." A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the head of your cock brush against her entrance, heightening her anticipation further.

Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign that you want this as much as she does. And when she finds it reflected back in those dark pools, Deja moans

Her breath catches in her throat as you lift her up and carry her over to the couch. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, drawing you closer still as she feels you pressing against her entrance. "Ohhh," she moans, arching into you with needful desperation.

As you finally sink inside of her, Deja's head falls back with a gasp of pleasure that turns into a pleading moan. Her body trembles with excitement and anticipation, eager to feel every inch of you deep within her. She gasps as your hips rock forward, driving deeper still, and she meets each thrust with equal passion and fervor, grinding herself against you hungrily.

Her hands tangle into your hair, pulling gently at the roots as she feels you claiming her in a primal dance of desire and need. Her nails dig lightly into your shoulders, leaving a trail of

Her hips rock against you in time with yours, her body arching and pressing closer as she feels the ecstasy growing ever nearer. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she focuses on the sensation of you moving inside her, driving them both toward the brink.

Deja's fingernails dig harder into your skin now, her nails bruising and drawing droplets of blood as she struggles to keep control over herself, her voice a throaty groan as she succumbs to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She can feel it building, threatening to overwhelm her with its intensity...

And then, with a strangled cry that sounds more primal than human, she comes undone. Her body tenses and spasms around yours as she orgasms hard, the tight grip of her muscles nearly bringing