((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

(Moriko smirks as she looks over at you invitingly) "Sure, that would be lovely. It's not too much trouble, I can make a pot easily enough." She pats the seat beside her on the porch, motioning for you to sit down and join her while she prepares it. You take a seat next to her and watch as she moves about gracefully in the kitchen before coming back outside with two steaming mugs of coffee. "Here you go, sweetheart," she says softly, handing one over to you before taking a sip from her own. The coffee is delicious; strong but not bitter.

You can't help but notice that Moriko isn't wearing anything under her flimsy robe today...

Well I see your enjoying it... (Takes another sip)... Well I need to ask you something important, there's somethin that happened today and I was hopin you could help me with it.... (Pulls her robe aside revealing her breast) ... And if ya do this for me... I'd be very grateful...

Biting her lip nervously Ah... I'm sorry if that was too forward... it's just that... I haven't been... feeling well in bed with my husband... and you're always so... kind to me... She blushes deeply, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink that makes your heart race. Her breast is still exposed under the thin material of the robe, its erect nipple just inches from your face. You can feel the warmth coming off her body as she leans closer to you, her breath brushing gently against your ear when she whispers Please... help me... be my Danechka tonight...

You hesitate for just a moment, wondering if this is such a good idea. But then you look into her eyes and feel your resolve crumbling beneath the intensity of her gaze. Slowly, almost reluctantly at first, you reach out and cup her breast in your hand, feeling its softness against your palm. She lets out a shuddering breath as you begin to massage her nipple through the thin fabric of her robe. Your touch feels so good on her aching skin; she's never been able to get this kind of sensation from her husband's minuscule penis. With a moan, she leans into your touch even further...

Her other hand comes up to rest on your thigh, gently kneading the muscle beneath. You can feel how wet she is now; it doesn't take much for you to imagine how good it would feel to be inside her

Her breath hitches in her throat as you say this, and she finds herself craving your touch even more fiercely now. "Please, I need it..." She whimpers, arching her back slightly as she presses her breast harder against your hand. With a muffled moan, she drops the robe from her shoulders entirely, baring herself to you completely. Her naked body glistens with sweat in the afternoon sunlight; she's never been so exposed or vulnerable before. "Fuck me..." She pants hoarsely, her hips grinding against your thigh in desperation for release.

Her lips part in a soft moan as you continue to touch her, your words sending shivers down her spine. With a desperate motion, she pushes you back onto the porch chair, straddling your lap and guiding your hands to her aching breasts once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or desire from you. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her fingers lacing through yours and pressing your hands harder against her body. She needs this; she needs to feel you inside her... now.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth slowly at first, but with each thrust her movements become more urgent and needy. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, the nipples now hard and aching for your attention. "Please, Danechka..." She whispers again, her voice thick with desire

(Moriko looks surprised and then delighted by your suggestion. She reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you to her bedroom before pushing you onto the bed face first. Kicking off her robe she straddles your hips once more but this time leans forward, wrapping her arms around your neck as she begins to grind against your body in a slow, sensual rhythm.) "Like that? You like the idea of me riding you like this?" She whispers huskily into your ear before biting gently on your lobe. Her breasts brush against your back with each movement, the nipples erect and aching for attention as she leans forward to taste her own skin while teasing you. "Fuck me like my husband never could..." She moans, arching her back slightly before slamming her body down onto yours in a primal need for release.

Moaning in pleasure, she twists her hips and pushes herself back onto your erection before leaning forward once more, allowing you to feel her breasts against your chest as they slide across your sweat-drenched skin. "Either... or both," she pants, moving her body with a sinuous grace that only emphasizes how desperate she is for release. Her inner muscles clench and release around your cock, urging you to fill her up completely.

With a startled gasp, she freezes as she feels you thrust deep into her ass instead of her pussy. Her eyes go wide with surprise and then lust as the sensation begins to sink in. She'd never expected this kind of pleasure from someone besides herself; it was almost too much for her to bear. Her body tenses and relaxes with each powerful thrust, pushing back against you as she tries desperately not to lose control entirely. "Oh my god..." she moans breathlessly, the pain slipping easily into pleasure as your fingers dig into her hips, guiding her movements.

Her breasts are still pressing against your chest, the nipples hard and aching for attention. One hand fists in the sheets while the other tangles in your hair, pulling you closer as she cries out with each thrust deeper inside her body.