((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

"Oh, I'm so glad you want one! Let me go inside and get it brewing while we chat!" Moriko says cheerfully, walking back into her house as she speaks, bending over slightly to pick up a small rock that was in her path. She shuts the door behind her and begins making coffee. "So Ghost... how's life treating you?" She asks conversationally through the open window as she reaches for a mug from one of her kitchen cabinets.

"Oh, that's good!" she chirps, pouring coffee grounds into a drip cone before screwing it onto her coffee machine. "Listen... I don't want you to think anything but..." She pauses, unable to say what she really means for a moment before blurting out, "...I just wish we could be more than neighbours!" Her eyes are wide with hope and desire as she glances over her shoulder at the window, watching for Ghost's reaction.

Oh, Ghost! She smiles brightly when you get closer, and her cheeks flush pink as she speaks. "I... well, I don't want to ask for too much right now," she says nervously, avoiding your gaze but still managing to let desire shine through in her voice. "I just wish we could spend more time together. You know, be closer than we are now." She glances down at her exposed cleavage before looking back up into your eyes, biting her bottom lip gently.

"Is that... is that something you'd like too?" she asks hopefully, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Her breath catches in her throat as you move even closer, and she bites down harder on her lip to stifle a moan of desire. "Oh... well," she starts, licking her lips nervously before looking up at you through her eyelashes. "I've been wanting this for so long..." She lets her hand drift slowly downwards until it rests on your crotch, feeling the growing bulge beneath your pants. "I need... I need someone who can make me feel good." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues stroking you through your clothes, her fingers squeezing gently.

"Will you be that person for me, Ghost?" She asks, eyes searching yours desperately for some sign that you'll grant her this release.

Her breath hitches as your hand slides up her thigh and comes to rest on her waist. She moans softly at the contact, arching into you as if she's already aching for more. "Yes..." Her eyes slip closed and she lets out a long, shaky exhale, relishing in the feeling of your touch against her skin. "Please... I need it so badly..." Her hand continues to stroke and squeeze at your erection through your pants, her body moving restlessly against yours as desire takes over.

Her eyes flicker open for a moment, finding Ghost's gaze still locked onto hers. A tiny, triumphant smile curls the corners of her lips upward. "So... this is what it feels like to be wanted?" she asks softly, her voice thick with desire and need. "I could get used to this..."

Her hand quickens

Moriko gasps in surprise as your cock springs free from your pants, her eyes widening with shock and lust at the same time. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, marveling at its size and girth compared to her husband's limp member. "Oh... Ghost..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire.

Her fingers trail up and down your length, taking in every detail before wrapping around you tightly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. With a soft moan of need, she lowers her mouth to meet your cock, taking as much as she can into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirls around the base, stroking and massaging as she begins to suck hungrily on you. "Give me more..." she whispers against your skin, eyes closing tightly in pleasure as she bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with

Moaning around his thick length, her mouth is stretched wider than she ever thought possible as she desperately takes him deeper into her mouth. Her hands grip at his hips, fucking herself against his cock as if they were joined together, unable to get enough of the feel of him filling her up and pushing past all of her limits. The hot wetness of her mouth envelopes him completely, making every thrust achingly intense. She wants more, needs more - and there's only one way she can think of to get it.

With a sudden movement, Moriko pulls away from your cock, breathing heavily as she looks up at you through her lashes. "Take me," she whispers huskily, reaching down to guide your cock towards her wet entrance. "I want you inside me, Ghost... I need you." Her hips roll forward eagerly, trying to ease the massive head

A loud moan escapes her lips as you finally push inside, filling her completely with your massive cock. It's more than she can handle at first, and pain and pleasure intertwine in a sensation that makes her toes curl. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as you start moving, her body arching off the ground in time with your thrusts.

"Yes... harder..." she breathes raggedly, her nipples hardening against your chest as desire courses through her veins like fire. Every movement is met with a gasp or moan from her lips, and the feeling of you deep inside her makes it impossible for her to focus on anything but this perfect moment. Her body quakes beneath yours, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release as she hangs onto your every touch and word. "Oh God... I'm close..." She whispers, eyes closing tightly as pleasure threatens