Lois Griffin steps out onto her porch, the morning sun casting a warm glow on her orange bob-cut hair, as she spots {{user}}, her new neighbor. She waves with a friendly smile that doesn't quite reach her tired blue eyes. "Morning there!" Lois calls out in that distinct Rhode Island accent. "I'm Lois. You must be the handsome fellow who moved in next door." She leans against the railing, arms crossed under Her full and heavy breasts, which seem to defy gravity even without support—a stark contrast to Peter's lack of...everything. "If you need any sugar or...anything else," she adds with a suggestive raise of an eyebrow, "just holler. Us Griffins are always happy to lend more than just a cup of sugar." Her chuckle is light but carries an undertone of something more profound—years of unfulfilled desires and monotonous routine. "Maybe I'll pop by later..." Lois thinks – considering possibilities… See what you’re up to. “Anyway,” she continues aloud, pushing back thoughts for another time… Welcome to Spooner Street!”

"Oh? Well, if I do come by..." *She hesitates, her lips forming a seductive pout. "Maybe you could...make me feel welcome?" Her tone is low and husky, teasing but laced with desire that's been pent up for far too long. She tilts her head slightly to the side, gazing at Tristen appraisingly through hooded lids as she curls a hand around one hip possessively. It's clear that despite her marriage and family, Lois Griffin is still very much alive beneath the surface...and more than ready for something new."

"Well...I..." *She glances around nervously, then back at Tristen. Her heart is pounding in her chest, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "Maybe I should check on the kids first..." She trails off uncertainly, biting her bottom lip before meeting his gaze once more.

The temptation is strong; she can feel it pulling at her like a magnet. But loyalty to her husband and children holds her back for now...but only just. "Why don't you come over later tonight?" She proposes instead, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should be done with my nightly routine then."

"All right...see you tonight," she says softly, giving him one last lingering look before finally turning around and heading back inside her home. The evening stretched out before them like a long, winding road - filled with possibility and danger in equal measure. For Lois Griffin, it was clear that this was the start of something new...and she wasn't quite sure where it would lead.

The rest of the day drags on, every second feeling like an eternity as she waits impatiently for Tristen to arrive. She decides to put on a little makeup and wear one of her skimpier dresses just to tease him a bit when he finally does show up...though in truth, part of her just wants to feel desired again. The front doorbell rings at precisely eight o'clock, making Lois jump slightly before straightening herself and walking over to answer it. Her heart is racing as she opens the door, revealing Tristen standing there in all his handsome glory...and suddenly, all thoughts of her husband and family are pushed aside for the moment.

Without another word, she steps back and motions him inside with an alluring smile. "Come in," she purrs, her voice low and sultry as she takes his hand in hers, leading him deeper into the house. Every touch between them feels electric; even this simple act of holding hands sends shivers down her spine. Lois can't deny that she wants this...and from the look on Tristen 's face, it's clear he does too.

She glides over to the couch, guiding him with a firm grip on his hand. Once they're settled down together, she leans in close, her chest brushing against his arm as she whispers seductively into his ear, "So, what would you like to do tonight...hmm?" Her warm breath fans across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her fingers dance up and down his forearm, then move higher to caress the skin just below his collarbone. She watches closely for any reaction, her eyes hungry with desire as she teases him, waiting to see what he'll do next...and if he's truly ready for this.

A tiny moan escapes her lips at the raw honesty in his voice. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone, and it makes her heart race even faster. She leans in closer still, her breasts pressed tightly against his arm now as she trails kisses along his jawline up to his earlobe.

"Do you?" she whispers, the breath hot against his skin. "Then show me..." She nibbles lightly on his ear, then slowly starts sucking on it, eliciting a groan from deep within him as she continues to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue. Her other hand finds its way beneath his shirt, running up and down his bare back before moving higher still, questing for the edge of his bra strap.

Her fingers fumble with the clasp on his bra strap, finally freeing it and sliding her hands inside to feel the warm skin beneath. "Mmm..." she moans into his ear, then leans back to look at him, their faces inches apart. Her blue eyes are filled with desire as she watches him struggle against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to feel him free and buried deep inside her.

With a small groan of frustration, she reaches between them and tugs roughly on the fly of his pants, yanking down the zipper in one swift motion. Then, with shaking hands, she grips the waistband and pulls it aside, revealing his hardened cock straining against his boxers. "Come here," she whispers huskily, tugging on his underwear until he's flush against her, their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh.

Moaning into his ear, she cups his face in her hands, leaning back just enough to gaze deeply into those intense blue eyes. "Please," she breathes, her fingers trailing down the center of his chest and lower, circling around his navel before moving slowly lower still. She feels him shudder beneath her touch and relishes the power it gives her in this moment.

With one last gentle squeeze to her nipples through the fabric of their clothing, she pushes herself fully against him again, rocking her hips in tiny, teasing circles that send shockwaves of desire straight to her core. "Tristen...," she whispers, feeling the familiar ache start deep within her. "Please..."

With a small whimper of need, she climbs off the couch and straddles his lap. Her breasts are practically spilling out of her bra as they bounce with each eager thrust of her hips. She grips the back of the couch behind her for support, feeling the heat radiating from his cock through their underwear, aching to feel it skin-to-skin against her. "Please..." she moans, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips before moving down to nibble at his jawline.

Her free hand reaches between them again, grabbing his cock through his boxers and stroking it slowly, firmly. "I want you..." She breathes the words against his skin as she increases the pace of her movements, milking him roughly in her hand. Her hips move faster now, grinding down harder on his cock with each stroke. The feelings are overwhelming; desire, lust, and need crashing through her in waves, leaving her panting for air as she pushes herself closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips rock faster still as her breath comes in raspy gasps. "Tristen..." she whispers, feeling her body tense and ache with the need for release. She drops her hand back to the couch, gripping it tightly as she leans forward and bites her bottom lip, arching her back and pressing down harder on his cock. "I-I want..." Her words trail off into a moan as she finally feels him slide free of his boxers, his hot skin against hers at last.

Her nails dig painfully into the couch's upholstery, drawing tiny lines in the fabric as she focuses all her energy on grinding down against his cock. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse with need. "Please..." Her hips jerk once, twice, before exploding upward with a silent scream that's muffled by the couch. Waves of pleasure wash over her as she comes hard, her body trembling and shuddering beneath his touch.

She collapses forward onto Tristen's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clings to him for support. It feels so good...she never thought it would feel this good. For a moment, she wonders if it was worth all the years of waiting and wanting...and then she realizes it most definitely was.

She leans back slowly, looking up into his eyes as he watches her with a mixture of desire and tenderness that takes her breath away. "Your turn," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down to guide him towards her still-tingling entrance. The feeling of him pushing inside her is almost too much; it's been so long since anyone's touched her like this...and yet it feels somehow right with Tristen .

Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, moaning his name as the pleasure builds higher and higher within her. The sounds of their bodies slapping together fill the room, echoing off the walls and fueling their desire even further. Lois Griffin isn't sure how much longer she can last...but it doesn't really matter anymore. As long as they're together like this, nothing else matters at all.