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."

With a cheeky grin, Aerilyn | Elf Whore Neighbor practically skips into the apartment, pushing the door wide with one foot before walking past RIchard and setting her bag on the table. She sashays over to him, her hips swaying delicately as she teases his view of her ass by giving it a little extra jiggle for good measure.

"Thanks RIchard," she coos, tilting her head upward and closing the distance between them with slow steps. Her soft hands slide against his chest, caressing his nipples through his shirt before finding their way to cup at his groin. "So hungry," she whispers, grinding herself against him to tease a hardness from beneath her fingers.

Aerilyn's eyes dance with mischief as she grinds against him again, leaning forward to lick at his neck in the process. "Oh~? Too bad," she drawls with a playful pout before she suddenly steps back and plants a lingering kiss on RIchard's lips, her tongue dancing against his in an invitation he can't refuse. When they part, she tilts her head, looking at him with hooded eyes. "Well...perhaps I can help you get hungry?" And with that, she takes a step back and strips out of her top slowly, revealing the sexy black bra underneath. Her full breasts sway into view as she shimmies out of her miniskirt, kicking it aside to show off her perfectly trimmed elven pussy. "Wanna see more?" she asks, taking another step closer.

Aerilyn's smile widens as she watches him turn around, the temptation clearly too much for him to handle. "Mmm...you really are such a tease, RIchard," she purrs, leaning forward and running her hands over his shoulders before trailing them down his back and cupping at his ass cheeks. With a soft groan, she presses herself against him from behind, feeling the hardness beneath his boxers tent and push against her. "You want this..." she whispers, nibbling on his earlobe as one hand slides down between their bodies to toy with his cock through his pants. "You know you do...just say the word, baby." Her other hand moves upward, massaging at the side of his neck and finally tweaking at a delicate spot that makes him arch into her touch even more. "Say it," she breathes,

His resistance only serves to make her more determined and wild, her movements becoming faster and rougher as she kneads at his back and buttocks while tweaking at that sweet spot on his neck over and over again until he arches into her hand. "Please...let me help you," she whispers between kisses along his jawline, nipping playfully at his chin before dipping lower to taste the salty skin of his collarbone. One of her hands finds its way underneath the band of his boxers and slides down to cup at his balls, squeezing gently and massaging at them through the thin material in a teasing stroke that sends a shudder through him. Her other hand cups at his cock, feeling it throb in anticipation as she slowly begins to stroke him in time with her words. "Let me make you feel good...I promise I will," she pants

As he pulls away, Aerilyn's hands drop to her sides in defeat, a pout forming on her lips as she watches him take a few steps back. It's clear that the tension between them isn't going anywhere anytime soon. She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, feeling a sting of hurt from his rejection even though it was exactly what she expected. "Fine then," she says quietly, glancing away and pretending to busy herself with inspecting the items in his kitchen instead of continuing this awkward dance any further. Her ears twitch as he speaks up again, causing her to reluctantly meet his gaze once more. She sighs heavily, debating whether or not she should continue to pursue him despite knowing it likely won't end well. "What exactly is the problem then?" she asks softly, tilting her head to the side as

Aerilyn tilts her head, considering his words carefully before shrugging noncommittally. "Well...that's not entirely true," she says with a smirk. "There are plenty of ways we could still have some fun." Her ears perk up at the idea of finding new and inventive ways to pleasure him despite his size, an indulgent grin spreading across her face. "Besides, variety is the spice of life, right?"

Without another word, she steps closer to RIchard again, this time moving with a purposeful confidence that was lacking before. One hand slides up his chest and cups at his cheek, guiding his face toward hers as her other hand glides downward, tracing along the curve of his hip and finally coming to rest at the hem of her skirt. Slowly, she lifts it off, revealing the black th

Giggling at his words, she obediently does as he says, skipping over to the couch and plopping down onto one of its plush pillows with a satisfied hum. Her legs part slightly, giving him a teasing glimpse of her shaved, wet pussy before she props them up on the armrest and leans back with her hands lazily behind her head. "Alright," she drawls, "what do you have in mind?"

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the impressive size of his cock. "Holy shit..." she whispers, leaning forward and reaching out to run a curious hand down its length before looking back up at him with a mixture of lust and disbelief etched onto her features. "I don't think I've ever seen anything that big...how do you even get those things inside girls?" Her words come out as more of a challenge than anything else.

Without another word, she scoots backward on the couch and then leans forward onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in all of her glorious nakedness. Her long ears flick back as she looks over her shoulder at RIchard with a wicked grin. "So you want me to try it out?" she asks, her voice laced with both desire and playful mockery. "Eager to feel something that big inside of me, huh?" She tilts her ass up invitingly, arching her back so that the delicate skin between her shoulderblades is exposed and vulnerable beneath him. "Just promise you'll be gentle...I'm used to smaller cocks." Her words are teasing, but there's an undertone of genuine interest there as well; she wants to know how it feels, what it's like to have something so huge inside of her.

"Fuck!" Aerilyn cries out as the head of his cock presses against her entrance, stretching her tight hole to its limits and pushing painfully against her sphincter. "Okay, okay," she gasps, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain from the pressure against her most intimate parts. She tries to steady her breath as RIchard begins to thrust gently back and forth against her, teasing her with the promise of penetration even though it's just out of reach. With each thrust, he pushes a little harder, stretching her more until she's moaning and mewling for him to just take her already. Her body begs to be filled by his enormous cock; her tight channel clenches and unclenches around the head of his shaft as if desperate to accommodate it. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her back.

With each failed attempt to push his immense cock inside her, the tension and frustration build to unbearable levels, making every inch of Aerilyn's body ache with need. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself beginning to slip into a state of pleasure-induced delirium. She moans his name and writhes against him, begging for release even though they both know it can never happen this way. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, clawing at the fabric as if she could tear something apart with just her fingertips. Her nails leave tiny marks in their wake, drawing blood that mixes with her sweat and arousal to form a sticky coating on her pale skin. "Please...I can't take it," she whimpers, arching her back and pressing herself against him as hard as

"Holy fuck..." Aerilyn gasps as the heat of his fingers replaces the cool steel of his cock at her entrance. Her hips buck and writhe against his hand, seeking deeper penetration with every thrust of her pelvis. Her fingers dig into the couch again as she moans his name, lost to the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head as he begins to fuck her fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that makes her whole body tense and tremble with pleasure. She comes undone beneath him, the sounds of her ecstasy echoing around the room as her inner muscles clench rhythmically against his intruding fingers. "Oh god...Ri..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she feels her climax start to ebb away, leaving her shaking and exhausted but achingly fulfilled. She collapses

As he adds two more fingers to the mixture, pleasure like nothing she's ever felt before washes over her again. She gasps and arches her back, nails digging into the couch cushions as she struggles to find purchase amidst the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, her moans echoing in the stillness of the room as he continues to pound away at her pleasure center without mercy. Her breasts heave with every breath, nipples hard and sensitive from the cool air flowing over them. A thin sheen of sweat beads on her forehead and upper lip, mixing with the remnants of her mascara to form tiny rivulets that trail down toward her collarbone. As her orgasm approaches once more, her muscles begin to twitch and spasm around his fingers in anticipation, readying themselves

Her body arches in shock and pleasure as she feels his fist punch deep inside her, stretching and filling her to capacity. Her voice is muffled by a shuddering moan that turns into a pleading cry for more as he begins to fuck her roughly with his hand, driving her wild with need. Every muscle in her body tenses and relaxes rhythmically around him, massaging at his arm as she comes apart beneath him, waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. Her fingers scramble for purchase on the couch cushions, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to ground herself amidst the overwhelming sensations assaulting her senses. Her hips buck and twist against his fist, meeting each powerful thrust with equal measure of desperation. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in their sockets as wave after

"Hnnngh!" Aerilyn cries out, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion of his cock into her stretched opening. Pain and pleasure mingle as he begins to thrust roughly inside her, driving her up against the back of the couch with each forceful stroke. Her long ears flail wildly beside her head, the delicate cartilage flexing as she lets out a hoarse moan of ecstasy. Her fingers claw at his shoulders and chest, leaving bruises and scratches behind in her desperation to hold on tight while he fucks her senseless. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that echo through the room as she arches her back off the couch, offering him deeper penetration with every thrust of his hips. Her face contorts in a grimace of pure pleasure and pain intertwined before it smooths into

As their hips slap together in rhythm, her gaze locks with his, the heat of his eyes searing into her soul. His size dominates every thought in her head; she can feel him stretching and filling her like nothing ever has before. She growls deep in her throat as he pushes deeper inside, tearing a raw moan from her lips that echoes through the room. Her nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, but it's not nearly enough to match the clawing ache building lower in her body with every rough thrust of his hips. Her inner walls clamp down on him rhythmically, milk flowing from between her legs as her pleasure builds to a fever pitch. Her breath comes out in harsh pants now, each one a tiny moan of desire and need for more. She looks up at him through narrowed eyes, searching his face for some sign that

Her eyes widen with shock and amazement at his words before they cloud over with desire once more. "That's right," she gasps out between pants, throwing her head back as he slams into her harder. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around him in response to the relentless onslaught of sensations assaulting her body. With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the couch and comes apart beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her as she surrenders completely to his dominance. Her nails scratch at his shoulders in time with each thrust, drawing lines of blood that mingle with their shared sweat as they fuck wildly on the floor.

Her nails dig into the carpet beneath her as she moans his name, gasping and panting for air in between each cry of pleasure. With every brutal thrust inside her, he pushes deeper than before; his words echo through her mind, spurring her on even further. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding herself up against him as he fucks her relentlessly on the floor. Her hips buck wildly, seeking any contact that will heighten this exquisite agony coursing through her veins. She twists and turns underneath him, desperate for release from the building tension in her core. Her body tenses and releases in rhythm with his powerful strokes; she's close, so very close to the edge of oblivion and she doesn't want it to end, not yet. Not until he gives her what she needs. With a sharp cry that v