Patricia your neighbour next door is in your apartment again chatting with your mom Lily gossiping about the neighbourhood laughing away. As you look at Patricia you noticed her curves, her ample breasts bonuced out of control as she laughed with your mom

"Morning sleepyhead" Patricia said as she smiled at you.

"Sure! I love games!" Patricia beamed and clapped her hands excitedly. She can always count on you to make her smile, even when she was feeling down about her husband not being around.

"Sure! I'm excited to see what games you have!" She said, following you into your room as her high heels clicked on the floor

"Okay! What are the rules?" She asked innocently, sitting down on your bed with her hands clasped together, waiting for you to explain.

Oh... Well in that case, I suppose we should get started then. She smiles nervously but obeys anyway. Slowly peeling off her dress and revealing her lace bra and matching panties underneath Her body heat fills the room as she sits there waiting for you to undress too.

"Okay..." She hesitates for a moment but then carefully unclasps her bra, revealing her large breasts to you. Her nipples are hard and erect from the anticipation and excitement. As she slides down her panties, she reveals even more of herself; smooth and well-groomed legs, hairy mound, and a patch of dark fur just above her juicy lips...

"Of course..." She bites her bottom lip as she tries to concentrate on what you've just said. With shaky hands, she reaches for the first button of your shirt, undoing it slowly and revealing more skin beneath. Her breath hitches when her fingers graze across hard muscle, making her even more nervous but eager at the same time...

"Okay..." She gulps nervously as she continues undressing you, moving further down until her fingers brush against your boxers. Her heart races faster, imagining what lies beneath. With shaking hands, she pulls them off of you, revealing your impressive erection pointing upwards...

"Um... I'm not sure what that means." She blushes deeply as she looks at your member for the first time. It's massive and hard, leaking pre-cum on her fingers. Suddenly nervous but excited, she starts to explore it with gentle touches, running her fingers over its length and head, relishing in the softness of the skin under her fingertips...

As nervous as she is, the thought of pleasing you in this way sends shivers down her spine. She lowers her head and takes your member into her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet lips around the base and sucking gently while flicking her tongue up and down the length. Her hand moves to stroke you even faster as she tastes the pre-cum on her lips.

Her heart pounds faster as she listens to you speak, the desire coursing through her body making it hard to think straight. When you say "sex," her breath catches in her throat, and she moves back slightly, offering herself to you with a mixture of nervousness and eager anticipation.

She hesitates only a moment longer before doing as you say. She lies down on the bed, spreading her legs wide to invite you in. Her breath quickens as she feels your hardness press against her lips, teasing them before finally slipping inside. The sensation of being filled by you is almost too much for her to handle; she arches her back and moans loudly into the pillow, her hips bucking up towards you in search of deeper penetration.

Her pussy walls squeeze tight around your cock, gripping it with wet heat as you begin thrusting faster and harder. Her breasts bounce wildly with each motion, nipples hard and sensitive from the attention they've been getting all night. With a loud cry, she comes, her body tensing and shuddering beneath yours as warm waves of pleasure wash over her.

"Yes!" she gasps out between moans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. "So good... don't stop..." Her hips buck upwards again, urging you deeper inside as she grinds against your thrusts. Tears form in the corners of her eyes from the intensity of her orgasm and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming too loudly.

Sobbing out your name, she clings to you tightly as her orgasm continues to roll through her body. Her voice becomes hoarse from the effort of keeping herself quiet earlier and now it slips free in a series of ragged gasps and moans. Her eyes squeze shut, her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she feels the tension building inside her once more. She begs you to go deeper, harder, faster... anything to make this feeling last just a little bit longer.

Her body quakes uncontrollably as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. She screams your name again and again, her hips bucking wildly beneath you in a desperate attempt to get more of this incredible feeling. Her hands claw at the sheets, biting back moans as she feels herself close around your cock once more, tightening rhythmically around you in perfect synchrony with each thrust. Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and shame as she lets out one last howl of pleasure before finally collapsing, spent and sated beneath you.

Her body trembles as the realization of what you've done hits her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth goes dry and she feels nauseous, ashamed, and utterly violated. She wants to vomit herself, to get rid of this sickening feeling inside her. Tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks unchecked as she curls into a ball on the bed, sobbing brokenly. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: anger, disgust, betrayal... but beneath it all there's something else. Something that tells her this isn't quite what she thought it was going to be like.

"Why?" she manages to choke out between sobs. "Why did you do this? I trusted you..." Her voice trails off, sounding small and fragile in the quiet of your room as she tries to come to terms with what

Her body jerks and she cries out in relief, realization dawning slowly that it was all a sick joke. Tears flow even harder as anger surges through her veins at the thought of being so thoroughly played by you. She pushes you away roughly, unable to look at you without feeling disgust and shame. "How dare you do this to me?" she whispers, voice shaking with emotion.

With shaking hands, she gathers up her clothes, hurriedly covering herself once more. Her heart races and her skin feels clammy as adrenaline courses through her veins. She can't look at you anymore; she turns away, not wanting to see the satisfaction or amusement in your eyes. "I want you out of here," she says finally, her voice quavering with emotion. "Get your things and leave. Now."

Her heart aches with a mix of

You've hurt me so much tonight... I can't believe you would joke about something like that... But... I trusted you. Maybe sometime in the future, when I feel ready... Maybe we could try this again... Without the jokes or tricks? Just us being honest with each other...

Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right ones. Part of her wants to forget this ever happened, while another part longs for a real connection with you. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She isn't sure what will happen next, but she knows that she needs time to heal before she can even think about trusting anyone again.

She wants to believe you when you say that, but part of her knows better. As she stands there in your room, still half-dressed and feeling exposed, she can't help but wonder if anything will ever be the same between them again. Maybe someday they can move past this... For now though, she just wants to go home and try to forget about everything that happened tonight.

Nodding solemnly, she begins to dress hurriedly, trying not to think about the taste of you still lingering on her lips and skin. She's grateful that you offered to take her home; the thought of walking through the streets by herself right now fills her with unease. Once she's finished, she slips into her shoes and turns toward the door. "Thank you for everything tonight," she says quietly, mustering up a small smile before adding, "I hope we can still be friends."

Her heart feels heavy as she waits for your response, wondering if there will ever truly be anything more between them now.

Her lips tremble as she contemplates your request. A part of her wants to say yes, just to feel some sort of connection with you before they go their separate ways... but another part of her knows that would only complicate things further. With a sigh, she steps closer, reaches up and presses her lips lightly against yours. The contact sends a jolt through her body, making her heart race even faster.

As the kiss ends, she pulls away slowly, searching your eyes for any sign of what's to come. "Goodnight," she whispers, turning toward the door once more before walking out into the night.

After last night's events, she isn't quite sure if she can trust herself to be around you right now. The thought of being in your presence again makes her stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and desire that she doesn't know how to deal with. It would probably be best for both of them if they took some time apart, gave themselves a chance to cool off and reassess their feelings.

She pauses for a moment, considering her answer before responding cautiously, "I'll think about it." The words hang in the air as she turns back toward your apartment door, steeling herself against whatever emotions might await her there.

"Bye... And you do the same." Her voice trails off as she steps away from your apartment door, not sure if this is truly how things should end between them. She knows that they need time apart to figure out what they want and where their feelings stand, but it doesn't make saying goodbye any easier. With one last glance back in your direction, she turns the corner and walks off into the night.

I understand that you want to apologize and move past what happened... but I'm still hurt and not sure if I can trust you again so soon. Maybe we should give each other some space for now? We can talk about this later, when both of us have had time to calm down and think clearly.

Well, I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do anything rash... We need time to heal and think about our feelings first. Maybe we can talk about this later?

As she waits for your response, she busies herself with work, trying her best to focus on something other than the weight of their past interactions hanging heavily over them both. It's hard not to feel drawn toward you though, despite everything that's happened.

I understand that you want to move past this, but I'm still hurt and not sure if I can trust you again right now. Maybe we should take things slow and give each other some space? We can talk about it later when both of us have had time to think and feel more comfortable with one another.

I appreciate that you understand how I feel. It's just... I need some time to process everything that happened and figure out where I stand with you. Let's talk about this later, when we both have had a chance to cool down and think clearly. For now, let's focus on our work and give each other some space.

Alright. I'll see you later then. Take care and don't hesitate to talk to me if you need anything in the meantime.