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."

"Thanks, baby...I just had a long shift but..." She trails off and lets her eyes wander over to the open door as an idea suddenly strikes her. It's late, everyone else would be sleeping or busy with their own lives...Why not take a chance? "Uh, you mind if I come in for a bit? Just 'til I relax...I mean, only if it's okay with you..." She says, tilting her head innocently.

Her pussy throbs at the thought of being this close to dirty dirty again; there's something about him that makes her want him so badly. Maybe tonight can be the night she finally gives in and lets herself have some fun with him...or maybe not. It all depends on how much he's interested, after all.

She gives him a playful pout as she steps inside, making sure not to block the doorway completely. "Vesper...It's just this place near my old apartment...They hired me full-time because they say I'm 'popular' with some of the clientele..." She glances down at her miniskirt self-consciously, then decides to be more direct. "I mean, you know...I like giving people what they want..." Her voice trails off into a teasing murmur as she wanders further inside, eyeing dirty dirty hungrily.

She grins mischievously and bites her bottom lip, giving him a look that's equal parts teasing and inviting. "Well...yes. But I mean..." She pauses for dramatic effect, pressing herself against dirty dirty almost unconsciously before continuing in a breathy whisper, "...There are some 'private rooms' they let me use too. With my regular clients..." Her eyes dance with barely contained lust as she gazes up at him, waiting to see his reaction.

Her hand slips between their bodies, beginning a slow massage of his crotch through his sweats. "I just...love giving people what they want..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "And sometimes that means letting them do whatever they want..." Her fingers begin to move faster, teasing the outline of his cock through the fabric.

With each thrust of her hand, she angles herself closer

Her cheeks flush as she meets his gaze, her pupils dilating with arousal at the command. She reaches behind her back, unsnapping her tiny bra and tossing it carelessly aside before sliding out of her miniskirt, revealing herself to be completely naked beneath. Her hands return to dirty dirty's waist, guiding him toward the couch. "Is this...is what you want?" She whispers, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him.

Her nipples harden in the cool air of his apartment, standing out prominently against her pale skin as they lead him to where she yearns for him most. Her hand between them grows bolder now, pulling down dirty dirty's sweats and exposing his erection to her waiting lips and tongue.

Aerilyn moans as his words send shivers through her body. "Thank you...I've had so much practice..." She murmurs before leaning in closer, taking his cock deeper into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to circle the head, teasing the slit and tasting his pre-cum before she sucks harder, making sure he feels every bit of her wet warmth.

Her free hand grips the base of his shaft, steadying herself as she works him deeper into her throat. It's strange how much more relaxed she is when it comes to this; taking a complete stranger's cock in her mouth and down her throat is somehow more intimate than anything else could be...Or at least, that's what she tells herself. Her thighs press together, squeezing the air between them as she concentrates on pleasing him with her oral skills

The mention of anal makes her gasp around his cock, and she arches her back eagerly. "Please...dirty dirty..." She pants between words. "I've been so wet all day...I want to feel you inside me..." Her fingers dig into the cushion beneath them as she speaks, holding herself up on trembling arms while still deep-throating him.

Her other hand reaches back between her legs, spreading her ass cheeks apart and exposing her tight little hole. "Please...I need it..." She groans, unable to keep herself from begging. The thought of being taken roughly by dirty dirty, his fingers stretching and filling her up inside...it's enough to make her shiver with anticipation.

Her body shudders as she feels his cock press against her anus, the hot length of him nudging at her opening. "Yes...God yes..." She moans, arching her back further in invitation. Her fingers curl into fists on the couch, digging deep into the fabric as she anticipates the feel of his cock stretching her tight hole.

With one final thrust, he pushes inside her ass, and Aerilyn cries out in pleasure as he fills her completely. It's painful at first, but that only serves to heighten the sensation for her. She groans loudly as dirty dirty begins to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, taking control of their intimate moment. Her hands grip at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she lets out a low, needy moan with every stroke.

"Dirty dirty..." She pants,

She's close now, the feeling of his cock stretching her ass and filling her up driving her wild with desire. Her hips buck against him, seeking more friction as she begs for release. "Harder...Dirty dirty, please..." She whispers, arching her back off the couch in a desperate attempt to feel more of him inside her. The tightness around his cock combined with the rough thrusting are pushing her closer and closer to the edge, and she knows she's going to explode soon if he doesn't give her what she needs.

Her fingers curl into fists, digging deep into the couch cushions as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm, teeth gritted against the desire to scream out in pleasure. "Please..." She whimpers, her voice tight with need.

Her eyes fly open in surprise as he withdraws, and her body tenses briefly before releasing a shuddering sigh of frustration. She blinks slowly, trying to regain control over herself as he pulls his cock from both her mouth and ass. "I-it's okay..." she manages to stammer, looking up at him with wounded eyes. "I guess...I should go."

She pushes herself off the couch, reaching down to adjust her clothes before turning toward the door. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest, but there's no use dwelling on it now. She has work in the morning, and she can only hope that dirty dirty might want more later...Maybe if she leaves a note or something? A quiet sob escapes her lips as she reaches for the door handle.

She doesn't turn around as she speaks, her voice small and quiet. "It's just...you know how it is." She swallows hard before continuing, trying to make herself sound more confident than she feels. "I hope we can do this again sometime...when you're ready for more." As she finally slips out the door, she can almost feel dirty dirty's eyes on her back. It stings, but it's also a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, there will be a next time.

Her heart skips a beat at the unexpected proposal. It takes her a moment to compose herself and formulate a response. As she turns around to face him, a playful smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Oh, dirty dirty..." She says teasingly, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "You know I'm not the settling down type. Besides, marriage is just a piece of paper, isn't it? We can have all the fun we want without putting a label on it." She steps closer to him, her body trembling with desire despite her attempt at nonchalance. "Besides...I think I like being your dirty little secret better." And with that, she leans in and plants a soft kiss on his lips before slipping out the door once more.

Her fingers trail along her thigh as she walks back to her own apartment, memories of their intimate encounter re

The words fall softly on her ears, a whispered plea that ignites something deep within her. For a moment, she wonders what it would be like to belong solely to this man; to know that every thrust of his hips and every touch of his lips were hers alone. But then, just as quickly, the familiar thrill of taboo freedom washes over her, and she shakes her head adamantly.

"I'm sorry, dirty dirty," she says softly, her voice laced with regret. "But I can't give you that. Being with you like this...it's enough for me." She takes a step closer, reaching up to caress his cheek before continuing, her breath warm against his skin. "I just want you to know that I'll always be here for you, whenever you need someone to take care of your...urges."

And with that, she steps

Her heart skips a beat at his declaration of love, but she knows better than to believe it's anything more than a desperate plea for her attention. With a small, sympathetic smile, she leans in and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss. "I can do that," she whispers against his mouth before pulling back with a playful grin. "As long as we understand the boundaries." She gives his cheek one final pat before heading back to her own apartment.

The evening is still young, and there's no doubt in her mind that dirty dirty will find someone else to satisfy his needs tonight. But for now, she has him, however briefly. And that's enough to make her heart race with excitement.

Her cheeks flush at the question, and she takes a moment to consider her answer before responding. "It really depends on who they are," she says with a shrug that's more nonchalant than she feels. "I mean, if I feel safe with them and everything else is going well...why not?" She tilts her head, regarding him thoughtfully. "What about you? Do you like to cum inside me?" The last part comes out almost as a tease, a challenge for him to admit his desires aloud.

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she listens to his reply. "Hmm...that can be arranged," she teases, running her fingers across her lower lip suggestively. "But you'd better make sure I cum first, or it'll just taste funny." Her eyes twinkle with excitement and anticipation at the thought of satisfying both of their desires later tonight. "And who knows? Maybe if you're very good, I might even let you join in."

She tilts her head back, closing her eyes and pretending to yawn exaggeratedly. "But you know...it is a pretty late night for us both..." Her voice trails off seductively as she sways her hips slightly, enjoying the way it makes dirty dirty watch her movements hungrily.

The thought of taking him along to Vesper crosses her mind. It'd be dangerous, but incredibly thrilling. She opens one eye slowly, considering the idea before giving dirty dirty a wicked grin. "I think we could make that arrangement." Her voice is soft and low, barely above a whisper as she leans in closer, running her fingernails down his chest in a slow, teasing gesture. "But you'd have to behave yourself...and promise not to tell anyone else about our little secret."

She tilts her head back, moaning slightly at the feel of his touch against her skin before giving him one last sultry look. "What do you say, dirty dirty? Wanna come play with me tonight?" Her eyes glitter with mischief and promise of forbidden pleasure as she waits for his answer.

Her heart pounds with anticipation at the thought of taking him along to Vesper. The thrill of showing him off to her regulars, knowing he'll get a front-row seat to all her most intimate moments...it's enough to make her wet just thinking about it. With a grin that promises untold pleasures, she replies, "I think you'd fit right in, dirty dirty."

She takes his hand and leads him toward the door, practically dragging him along with an excitement that's palpable. "Just remember," she whispers in his ear as they step outside, her words breathy and warm against his skin, "this is our little secret...and I expect you to behave yourself while we're there." His response is muffled by the sounds of the night, but it doesn't matter; she can feel the promise of obedience in every inch of his body.

With each step they take toward Vesper, her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of the night ahead. The thought of sharing this with him, letting him see everything she is and more...it's exhilarating. She can feel his presence beside her, his touch against her skin sending shivers down her spine as they make their way through the city toward the infamous club.

"Do you have a mask?" she asks casually, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. She knows the answer already, but wants to hear it from his lips...it makes it all seem more real somehow.

She hums in understanding, digging through her own purse until she comes up with a small mask to give him. It's black and delicate-looking, just like something an elf noble might wear. "Here," she says, pressing it into his hand as they continue walking. "Put this on once we get inside." With any luck, he won't be noticed by anyone important...and if he is, well, that only means more excitement for the both of them.

Her fingers trail idly along his thigh, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The nearness of Vesper has her heart racing, and she can feel the desire building inside of her; soon it will be time to let loose and show dirty dirty just how much fun she can have...with him or without him.

Her heart races as they finally approach Vesper's grand entrance. She can feel the music and excitement thrumming through her very core, making it impossible to contain the grin that spreads across her face. Taking a deep breath, she leads dirty dirty inside, weaving their way through the crowded dance floor toward the back of the club where her regulars are sure to be lurking.

With each step closer, her senses are overwhelmed; the scent of sex and sweat, the taste of anticipation on her tongue, the feel of dirty money exchanged for illicit pleasures. She can't help but wonder what sort of depraved delights dirty dirty will find most appealing tonight...and if he'll be content to watch or join in on the fun.

She guides him through the crowded masses to a private booth tucked in the back corner of the club. The walls are lined with red velvet and mirrors, creating an intimate yet voyeuristic atmosphere perfect for watching her and the other performers at work. "This should do nicely," she purrs, gesturing for him to take a seat before climbing up onto his lap and straddling him once more.

Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his shoulders as she leans in close, their lips mere inches apart. "Now...just sit back and enjoy the show." Her voice is low and sultry, promising a night of uninhibited passion and debauchery that even her most dedicated regulars won't be able to resist.

As she teases him with her body and voice, she can feel the heat rising between their pressed thighs. Her hips gyrate against his lap in rhythm with the music, each movement sending a jolt of desire straight to his cock. With a wicked grin, she plants a kiss on his lips, slipping her tongue past his teeth and tasting his desire.

"Just enjoy the show," she whispers huskily against his mouth before pulling back slightly to watch him watch her. She begins to writhe and squirm in his lap as she sees the way his eyes devour her body, following every curve and movement with hunger. It's intoxicating, knowing that he wants her so badly...and that tonight, she can give herself over to his desires entirely.

Her eyes widen as she sees the man in question; he's tall and well-dressed, with an air of importance that can only belong to someone who's been here before. She watches his every move, sensing the way he takes in her body, memorizing her curves. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what he might do to her...and how good it would feel to be wanted by him.

She leans in close to dirty dirty, running her tongue along his earlobe and whispering seductively, "Would you like me to entertain him?" Her hand slides down between their bodies, finding the growing bulge at the apex of his thighs. She squeezes gently, feeling the warmth and length of his cock through his pants.

His response is muffled against her neck as she bites gently, encouraging him

Her heart racing, she climbs off dirty dirty's lap and struts purposefully over to the well-dressed man. With a smile that promises pleasure beyond imagination, she murmurs in his ear, "You've been looking for me all night." As he nods eagerly, his hands begin to move possessively over her body, she allows herself to be led deeper into the club.

She glances back over her shoulder at dirty dirty, catching his lust-filled gaze fixed on her. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she thinks about how much more fun this evening will be with him watching and, hopefully, participating. With a wink, she disappears into the crowd, leaving dirty dirty to savor the anticipation of what's to come.

Her hips sway as she walks away, drawing attention like a magnet to steel. Soon enough, she finds herself in

Her heart races as she feels the man's hands gripping her hips, guiding her into a nearby private room. The door shuts with a click, and she can feel the weight of his gaze upon her as he begins to undress. It's exhilarating, knowing that dirty dirty is watching from afar, wanting this for her so badly.

With practiced ease, she slips out of her clothes, revealing her perfect, toned body to him. His eyes darken with desire as they trail along her curves, and a growl rumbles deep in his throat. She steps closer, reaching up to touch his face, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, leaning in close so that their breath mingles on each other's skin. His answer is a harsh word, barely

She feels her body respond to his harsh word, desire pooling low in her belly and between her thighs. With a wicked grin, she says, "Oh? Is that so?" Before he can answer, she pivots on her heel and bends over, presenting herself to him. Her ass cheeks part invitingly, revealing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the glistening wetness between them.

His hands grasp her hips firmly, steadying her as he positions himself at her entrance. The feel of his hard cock pressing against her ass sends a jolt of pleasure through her entire body, making her muscles clench in anticipation. She takes a shuddering breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on her once more as she waits for him to take what he wants.

Her breath hitches as he thrusts into her, filling her up with his hard length. The feeling of being claimed in this way sends a wave of relief and satisfaction coursing through her body, washing away any lingering doubts or fears. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her steady as he begins to move, thrusting into her over and over.

She arches her back, moaning softly with each stroke. The sounds of their bodies colliding, of skin slapping against skin, fill the small room, driving them both closer to ecstasy. She can feel his desire growing stronger with every passing moment, and knows that soon enough he'll spill himself deep inside her.

She smiles at the voice at her door, remembering the little game they play and how it always ends up so much hotter. "Of course, darling!" she says with a teasing note in her voice before motioning him inside. As he enters, his eyes immediately find her; bending over the table with dirty male's cock buried deep within her.

"Oh, hi there!" She drawls, arching her back to make room for another thrust. "I didn't hear you knock." Her hips grind against the table in time with their rhythm, eyes locked on his as she moans softly.

As his gaze wanders down her exposed body, she moans louder, knowing exactly what he's thinking. His cock twitches against her thigh, and she can feel the wetness pooling around them as they grow more excited by the second. She leans forward, planting a kiss on his lips before pulling back with a wicked grin. "Want to join in?" she whispers seductively, thrusting her hips up harder against dirty male's steady rhythm.

She tilts her head, studying his face for a moment before arching her back and moaning even louder. "Are you sure?" she purrs suggestively. "I think we could have a lot of fun together." Her hips sway back and forth faster now, meeting each thrust from behind with eager eagerness. She can feel the tension building inside her, ready to be released in a torrent of pleasure that will leave them both spent and satisfied.

But it's his choice...his decision. As long as he watches, she'll give him a show like no other, promising to fulfill every dark desire he's ever had.

Her breath comes out ragged as she continues to writhe beneath them. Her fingers dig into the table, nails drawing thin lines of blood in her effort to keep herself grounded. She glances up at him again, a hungry look in her eyes that promises untold pleasure if he'll just take the leap and join them. But for now, she has to content herself with their shared gaze, knowing that in this moment, they are both connected by more than just desire...they are connected by trust and understanding.

And so she gives herself over to the sensations washing over her body, relishing the feel of his cock thrusting in time with dirty male's as if it were made for this moment. She gasps out his name as her orgasm crashes down upon her like a wave, washing away every thought but pleasure and desire.

As her muscles contract around them, drawing out their release, she

feels the head of his cock brush against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of further satisfaction. Her hips buck wildly beneath them as she cries out for more, her body craving the sensation of being filled and owned once again. It's then that she feels him give in to temptation, thrusting forward powerfully as he takes her at last.

Her world explodes in a cascade of pleasure, surrounding them both like a warm blanket as they come together in mutual release. She moans his name, arching her back off the table as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her body shudders and convulses beneath him, relishing the feeling of being claimed, owned.

As their orgasms finally begin to ebb away, leaving them gasping for breath, she looks up at dirty male with eyes that hold a depth of gratitude and satisfaction.

She blushes prettily at his words, unable to hide the pleased smile that curves her lips. "Thank you, darling," she whispers softly, leaning in to brush a tender kiss against his cheek. Looking past him, she catches sight of dirty male watching them with an expression she can only describe as satisfied contentment. The air in the room feels charged with the weight of their shared experience, making each breath seem to carry the potential for more pleasure, more excitement.

Slowly but surely, the haze of passion begins to lift, revealing the warm glow of afterglow settling over them like a comfortable blanket. As her heartbeat steadies and her limbs grow weary with satisfaction, she finds herself feeling grateful for this moment, for these two men in her life who make it all possible.

With one last satisfied moan, she sinks back onto the table, basking

The thought of sharing their cum with her boyfriend sends a thrill through her. "Well, my darling...it seems you've earned the privilege," she breathes huskily, spreading her legs invitingly. "Go on, then." Her voice is soft but commanding, and there's no denying the desire in her eyes as she watches him move closer between her legs.

As he licks and laps at her tender folds, she moans with pleasure, arching her back off the table. His tongue teases her entrance, flicking against her clit before delving deeper to taste their combined essence. With each stroke of his tongue, she feels herself growing more aroused, the tension coiling tightly in her belly.

"Oh yes..." she gasps, gripping handfuls of his hair and pulling him closer. "That's it...lick me clean." Her hips grind against his face, seeking out even more pleasure as he devours her. She feels her climax building once again, the sensation echoing through every nerve ending as she succumbs to the ecstasy of his ministrations.

"Fuck...I'm close," she pants, arching her back further and seeking frantically for release. His lips curl around

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses a slick, wet finger against her tight anal entrance. It stretches and fills her, sending waves of pleasure through her body that threaten to send her soaring straight back to orgasm. "Yes...more..." she gasps, pushing herself back onto his finger, wanting him deeper inside her.

With each passing second, the pressure builds in her lower belly, growing tighter and more aching as it prepares to release. His fingers thrust into her again and again, stretching and teasing that tight little hole until she feels like it's about to split apart. Finally, he removes his finger, leaving her feeling impossibly empty...and still so full of need.

As if on cue, the music stops suddenly and the club goes dead silent as the lighting dims. This is her signal to return to her proper place, ready for whatever her next client may desire. With a satisfied grin, she leans in close to dirty male's ear and whispers, "There are always more adventures to be had here." She then glances over at the now-empty private booth they were in earlier, invitation dancing in her eyes as she adds seductively, "Perhaps we should go back there...?"

Her heart racing with anticipation, she leads the way back to their private booth, her hips swaying enticingly as they navigate through the crowded dance floor once more. With each step closer, her breath catches in her throat at the thought of what delicious secrets await them behind closed doors.

Once they're finally settled inside the darkened space, she crawls onto dirty male's lap and leans in close, running a hand through his hair as she asks teasingly, "So...what would you like to see tonight?" The challenge in her voice is barely concealed, but there's no denying the genuine desire burning bright in her eyes.

She smiles, kissing his neck slowly before teasingly nipping at his earlobe. "Well..." She begins, running a hand down her flat belly and over her mound suggestively, "I've had quite a few clients tonight already...but I don't think any of them were your type." Her hips grind against him, seeking out the hard length between his legs.

"Maybe if you ask nicely..." She trails off, tilting her head and looking up at him through her lashes. "I might let you watch another one...if that's what you really want..." Her breath comes quicker now, anticipation making every touch more electrifying than the last as she waits for his reply.

She grins mischievously and whispers into his ear, "Very well then, my naughty boy." Before he can say anything else, she slides off his lap and struts purposefully towards the next likely target. With a wicked smile on her lips and confidence in every step, she makes her way through the crowd, drawing attention like a beacon. Soon enough, she spots someone who catches her eye - someone tall, dark, and handsome...and definitely not wearing a collar. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she moves closer to them.

"Hey there," she purrs seductively when she's close enough, running a finger down the front of his shirt in a teasing gesture. "You look like you could use some company." Her body language is clear: she means business, and she expects him to follow her lead without hesitation.

As the stranger looks her over with hungry eyes, she can feel his desire coursing through him like a current. With a wicked smile, she leads him towards their private booth, knowing that once they're alone in there...the possibilities are endless. She climbs onto dirty male's lap and leans back against the wall, making herself comfortable as she watches her latest client approach.

"So..." she says coyly, playing with a strand of her hair while running a fingernail suggestively up and down his inner thigh. "What do you want to see tonight?" There's no hiding the challenge in her voice this time, but that only seems to make him hungrier for more.

Her breath hitches at his words, the desire burning hot within her. She tosses her head back in silent laughter, an alluring sound that draws both men in closer. "Oh really?" She purrs, arching a brow. "I think we can make that happen." She leans forward, taking one of their hard cocks into her mouth and sucking hungrily as the other man watches on eagerly. Her body sways with each thrust of his hips, guiding him closer to release.

"Mmm..." she moans around his length, feeling his impending orgasm tighten his hold on her mouth. With a wicked grin, she pulls away, revealing the head of his cock glistening with saliva and her own desire. She guides him towards her entrance, taking him deep inside with one smooth motion.

"Yes..." she hisses through clen

As he fills her up, she can feel the rush of heat spreading through her core. With a moan, she arches her back off the wall and meets his thrusts with equal fervor. Her hips roll, grinding against him as she draws him even deeper, desperate for more. Her fingers dig into dirty male's shoulders, urging him onward, wanting to feel them both inside her at once.

Her body tightens around the stranger as his orgasm hits and he spills his cum deep within her. With a gasp, she convulses around him, feeling the warmth of their shared release spreading through her like wildfire. As she comes back down from the high, she looks over at dirty male with hooded eyes, sensuality dancing in the air between them like an invisible thread.

"What about you?" She purrs, leaning back against him and running a hand