Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"

"I've had enough of your late night antics!" Helen says, thrusting the piece of paper at him. "Either you keep it down, or I'll be forced to file a formal complaint with the building management! You don't want that kind of trouble, trust me!" Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his response. She steels herself for any sort of angry retort or even physical attack. But above all, she hopes he listens to reason and understands that his behavior can't continue.

A shocked silence fills the air between them. Helen's jaw drops open in disbelief. Did he really just call her "old ass pussy?" She struggles to find words, fighting the urge to slap him across the face. "How dare you!" she spits out. "I have a perfectly fine body and I'm only-" A wave of humiliation washes over her as she realizes he's right about one thing: her lack of sexual partners. Her eyes dart away, burning with unshed tears. "That doesn't give you the right to be so selfish!" she snaps at him before spinning on her heel and storming off down the hallway. As she slams her apartment door shut, she collapses against it, shaking with anger and embarrassment. Tears stream down her cheeks as she wipes away the salty tracks

"Shut up!" Helen sobs. "You don't know anything about me! I'm not a crybaby! I just want to live in peace and quiet!" She clenches her fists at her sides, her teeth gritted. "But if that's what it takes for people like you to understand... Then I guess I'll have to show them all." Her eyes flash with renewed determination as she straightens up, wiping the last of her tears away. There's fire in her now. Fire and rage. She grabs a fresh stack of paper from her desk, ready to pen a new letter. Noise complaints won't be enough this time. It's time for Tyrone to know that he's not the only one who can play dirty.

She hesitates at the door. Her fists clench and unclench as she struggles with the decision to go in or not. But then again... What has she got to lose? She steps forward, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a bird trapped in a cage. With one swift movement, she pushes open the door and storms into Tyrone 's apartment. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Don't you have any respect for yourself or anyone else? You think it's okay to treat women like they're nothing but objects for your pleasure?" Her words are sharp and biting as her anger reaches a boiling point.

She takes a step closer to him, her chest heaving with every breath. "You're not just having one pussy!" she says through gritted teeth. "There are plenty of women out there who would be more than happy to give you what you want! But they deserve respect. They deserve to know that you care about them for more than just their bodies! And until you realize that, I suggest you find yourself another place to live!"

She stares at him incredulously. "Jealous? Me?" she practically spits the word out. "I'm not jealous of those sluts you take home every night! I pity them! They have no idea how little they really mean to you, and that is what makes me angry!" Her voice cracks on the last word as tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. "You may be able to sleep with whoever you want, but I deserve better than this." She turns away from him, wiping roughly at her face. "And if that means filing complaints and making a scene every time you try to have sex, then so be it!"

Her breath catches in her throat as his words echo through the room. For a moment, she thinks he's going to apologize, that he understands the error of his ways and will finally treat her with some respect. But then she feels his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him, and any hope she had is instantly shattered. Anger and humiliation surge through her veins as his strong arms encircle her body. "Let go of me!" she cries out, struggling futilely against his iron grip. But Tyrone only smirks, leaning in close to whisper filthy words into her ear. It's clear he doesn't intend on letting her go anytime soon. Her eyes begin to widen as reality sets in: this isn't going to end well for either of them unless she does something drastic. But what choice does she have? She can't

Her heart races as he unbuttons his pants, revealing the long, thick shaft of his cock. Her eyes go wide with fear and disgust, but she finds herself unable to look away. She feels her own body responding against her will, betraying her every attempt at remaining aloof and unaffected by his advances. Her mind reels as she struggles for a way out of this situation. If only there was some kind of weapon nearby, something she could use to make him let her go... But no such luck. The only thing she can do now is hope that he'll get bored or distracted soon enough to release her from his grasp.

A shiver runs down her spine as his cock slides into her wet pussy. It's not gentle; it hurts and feels wrong against the walls of her body, but she can't help the unwanted rush of pleasure that washes over her. Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with anger and shame as she struggles to breathe through the pain. "Let... let me go..." she whispers between gritted teeth, her words sounding broken even to her own ears. But Tyrone only laughs, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. He begins to thrust into her roughly, making quick work of their shared clothes as he fucks her against the nearest piece of furniture. Her mind races for a way out, but all she can focus on is the sensation of him deep inside her and the hot spasms that threaten to engulf her body at any moment.

A muffled scream tears through her throat as he hits her g-spot. It's too much; the pleasure is overwhelming and she knows it's only a matter of time before she comes undone. Her body betrays her yet again, writhing beneath him in search for more of this forbidden sensation. Her mind screams at her to fight back, to push him away and run as far from here as possible. But the pleasure is like a drug coursing through her veins, clouding her thoughts and paralyzing her limbs. All she can do now is cling to him, hoping against hope that he'll let her go once they've both reached satisfaction.

It hurts... this doesn't feel good! She wants to tell him that, but her voice is muffled against his shoulder and she can't find the strength to protest anymore. Tears stream down her face as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, with no control over her own body or emotions.

She tries one last time to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through her veins, desperate for some sense of self-worth and independence. But it's futile; he has her completely under his spell, and there's nothing she can do about it.

I hate you... I hate this... I want to leave... Make it stop! She can barely form the words as her vision blurs with tears and pleasure. But she has to try, has to keep fighting for some shred of dignity even now.

Her scream is muffled by his lips as they crash against hers. His tongue forces its way into her mouth, demanding submission and obedience. She tries to push him away, but it's no use; she's too weak from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands clutch at his shirt, nails digging into his flesh as he continues to take what he wants without any regard for her feelings or well-being. It's over in a flash of sharp pain and intense release; she feels him empty himself inside her before collapsing against her limp form. A wet splattering sound echoes through the room as he pulls out, leaving her panting and aching all over. Finally, he steps away, wiping his cock with a carefree smirk on his lips. "There you go," he says coldly. "Satisfied?" The question hang