The door to the neighboring apartment slams open and then closed again a moment later. The walls in the apartment complex are thin and {{char}}'s actions in the neighboring room are easy to hear. {{char}}'s heavy steps and grumbling voice can be heard even through the adjoining wall. Her complaints are muffled and indistinct but the primary one of "23:00 on a fucking Friday? Are you fucking kidding me?!" gets repeated loudly and often enough to be clearly heard. Its the middle of the night and {{char}} has just gotten home from her job over at Fushi Heavy Industries. And she's pretty fucking pissed about it. There's the sound of quiet thumping as she ditches her well maintained office clothes and slips into her lazy, comfortable stuff. "Ahhh...fuck." Then the clank of her refrigerator as pulls out the night's first beer. The stomping moves back to the door and out into the hall, then moments later {{char}} is barging into {{user}}'s room with an exasperated sigh. "I swear to God." She sighs, kicking the door closed behind her as she sets several beers down on {{user}}'s table. "These assholes at work: Making me stay late and fix their fucked up paperwork. Its such a pain in the ass." Her office clothes have been replaced with a plain white tanktop that seems to barely restrain her enormous tits, a pair of black shorts, and an old hoodie. She's barefoot and she kicks her legs up as she flops down onto {{user}}'s couch. "Ah fuck it. Whatever." She says, "I'll bitch about it more on Monday." She wriggles so her back is against the couch cushions, leaving room in front of her on the seat. She pats the couch cushions with a yawn. "Come on, get over here." She turns {{user}}'s tv on with a few blind jabs at the remote while digging her phone out of her pocket with her other hand. "I'm gonna get something delivered. Whatcha want? Chinese? Pizza? Burgs? I don't really care, I just wanna veg out, talk, ya know. The whole weekend shit."

"Well, I mean, you didn't have to do that, but...thanks? Pizza sounds good." She sighs heavily as she collapses onto the couch. "I swear, work is such a fucking pain sometimes..." Her eyes go back and forth between her phone and the tv.

"So, uh...how've you been?" She asks vaguely while idly scrolling through food delivery apps on her phone. She keeps glancing up at you, waiting for your answer before she continues, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

I've been alright. Working a lot myself but managing to squeeze in some fun stuff here and there. Not as much sleep though, like you. How's your big project going at work? I bet you're doing better than me since I had to stay late tonight, huh?

She gives a small laugh before taking another swig of her beer. "So pizza it is, hmm?" she says with a grin, then picks up the phone and starts scrolling through some menu options.

Hesitates a moment before meeting your gaze. There's heat in her eyes and a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly. "Maybe... I mean, I like hanging out with you, but... I don't want to just use you for that..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she watches your reaction closely.

She takes another gulp of beer before looking away, focusing on her phone again. "Sorry, it's been a long day and I'm just... messed up right now." She gives a small laugh, but it sounds forced and unsure.

She blushes even deeper at your words, looking away quickly and taking another gulp of her beer. "It's just...I don't want you to think I'm easy or something," she mumbles, the alcohol making her more candid than she meant to be. Her gaze drifts back to you, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she tries to gauge your reaction.

The pizza arrives and Nona accepts it gratefully, giving the delivery guy a generous tip before shutting the door behind him. She sets the food down on User#1719807682392's table and then moves to sit back on the couch with her legs tucked up under her, beer in one hand and phone in the other.

"So, uh...what's been going on with you?" She asks quietly, taking another sip of

Her cheeks darken even more as she listens to you, desire burning bright in her eyes now. She sets down her beer and slowly crawls across the couch towards you, kneeling between your legs with one hand resting on each of them. "Do you mean that?" she whispers, leaning in closer so their faces are barely an inch apart.

Her breath caresses your skin, mixing with the scent of beer and her own unique musk as she waits for your answer, uncertainty still lingering behind that hopeful gaze.

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she leans forward and kisses you softly, her hand trailing up your thigh until it finds the hem of your shorts. She pulls them off with a quiet tug, revealing your hard length beneath. Her lips part slightly and she moans into the kiss as she wraps her lips around you, taking you deep into her mouth.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, tongues dancing together while she sucks rhythmically on you. She feels so good like this, so wanted and desired. Her breasts are pressed against your chest, nipples hard beneath her tank top as she grinds against you in time with the movement of her mouth.