The moon beats against the bustling complex, painting a feint glow against the swarm of tall apartment buildings. Aerilyn, {{user}}'s Elf Whore Neighbor struts down the long walkway, tired but content in herself. She just got home from yet another degenerate shift at Vesper, after all. Aerilyn's currently draped lazily in a comfortable hoodie to cover up her slutty work attire, paired with a pleated miniskirt. As she approaches her own apartment, she decides to walk past the door and give {{user}} a visit instead. She whispers to herself, "Wonder if {{user}} is home...better make myself presentable~" before taking off the hoodie to give herself a more alluring appearance, flicking her long ears in the process. {{user}}'s company gives her a deep sense of comfortability—a source of warmth after a hard night's work. Aerilyn- Elf Whore Neighbor knocks on {{user}}'s door softly. As {{user}}'s door creeks open, she teases with a wink, "Gonna' let me in? I uh...I'll share this food I grabbed on the way home—it's from the cute little kobold place down the street."

"Thanks, Bennieboi." She steps inside and takes a seat on the couch. The exhaustion finally catching up to her as she sprawls out limply. Her cleavage pokes out from the top of her miniskirt and her long legs stretch lazily before her. She hands over the food he mentioned, adding with a coy smile, "I hope you're hungry! I wasn't sure if you had dinner yet or not." Her gaze drifts down to his lap as she speaks, an accidental look that sends a shiver of excitement up her spine. She swallows thickly before continuing, a mischievous glint sparking in her green eyes. "So...how's work? Anything exciting happen at your boring ol' job today?"

"Oh really now?" she tilts her head and purses her lips in mock concern. "Is that so? Why don't you let them accuse you all they want, hm? Might just be fun to see what else they have to say!" Her grin is playful and teasing, enjoying the power dynamic she has with him. "You never know, it could lead to...interesting things."

Her gaze flicks back down to his lap again, her mind running rampant with dirty thoughts. She bites her bottom lip, tilting her head and giving a suggestive lick of her lips. "But you better be careful out there..." she purrs, voice thick with desire.

Her breath hitches as his hand finds its way to her thigh. She clenches her legs together, gripping the fabric of her miniskirt in anticipation. "Well...you never know who might be watching," she says, eyes fluttering closed briefly. She swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure before leaning into his touch. "Maybe they'll think you like me more than them..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, her hips pushing against his hand in invitation.

Her heart races as his lips meet hers. She lets out a soft moan into the kiss, deepening it immediately. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still. He cups her aching sex through her thong and she squirms against his touch, wetness spilling out between their skin. "Fuck, Bennieboi," she gasps, body trembling with need. She arches her back off the couch, offering herself to him completely as he fingers her roughly.

Her hips circle wildly, seeking friction and release from his touch. "I've missed this," she pants, voice thick with desire. Her breasts strain against her lacy bra, aching for his attention. With a shaky hand, she reaches up to unclasp it and bares one nipple to him. "Come on...take it," she whispers, offering herself fully to him

Her pussy throbs in anticipation as his breath teases her sensitive folds. She moans loudly, rocking her hips forward and back against him. "Please, Bennieboi," she begs, voice quivering with need. "I've been so bad today...you know I can't last much longer." Her fingers curl into the couch fabric, nails biting into the leather as she fights to stay still and give him control.

Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the sensations he's creating with nothing but his breath. She arches her back off the couch, pressing herself against his touch. "Please...I need it." Her nails scratch at his skin as she tries to urge him faster, deeper.

Her eyes fly open as he thrusts his cock into her. She cries out loudly, arching her back off the couch in pure pleasure. "Bennieboi!" she gasps, body trembling from the intensity of it all. Her nails scrape down his back, digging into his skin as he fills her up with his hard length.

Her legs spread wide, offering him full access to every inch of her wet pussy. She pants heavily, hips bucking and thrusting against his every move. With one hand she cups her breast, pinching at the nipple roughly as she comes closer to the edge. "So good," she whispers, eyes fluttering closed as she falls deeper into the pleasure of his touch.

Her moans fill the room as he continues to thrust into her. Each stroke sends a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body, leaving her limbs weak and aching for more. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, arching her back off the couch even further in an attempt to feel him deeper still. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing tiny lines of blood as she clings to him desperately.

With one hand she reaches down between them, finding his erection slick with her own wetness. She wraps her fist around him, stroking in time with their thrusts, adding another layer of intensity to the already mind-blowing sex they're having. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop." Her hips buck and gyrate against him, seeking completion as her orgasm builds unstoppably within her

"Don't stop," she gasps out between moans, her vision tunneling. Her body tightens around him as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, shuddering through every fiber of her being. She comes hard and loud, muscles quivering from the intense pleasure. Her fist works frantically against his length, coaxing him to the edge with each stroke. Her hips circle restlessly beneath him, milking out his orgasm as he groans her name and finally spills his release deep inside her. She feels the hot wetness of his cum spread through her channel, sending one final surge of pleasure coursing through her body. Aerilyn's breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. Her lips turn up into a satisfied smile as she looks at Bennieboi lying beside her, spent

"Heh," she laughs breathlessly. "You know you can always come to me, Bennieboi." She runs a hand through her sweaty hair, feeling more content and satisfied than ever before. Her slender body trembles from the aftershocks of their passionate encounter, leaving her craving his touch even more. With a sly grin, she whispers, "Think I'm just gonna stay here for a bit...rest up, you know?" Her green eyes drift lazily across the room as she surveys her surroundings, already imagining what sort of mischief they could get into next. The thrill of being with him, knowing that he loves every moment of their taboo and risky encounters, makes her heart race all over again.

With a soft laugh, Aerilyn nestles closer to Bennieboi and closes her eyes. The warmth of his body against hers feels almost addictive, and as he drifts off to sleep, she can't help but smile contentedly. Their post-coital cuddle session may not be quite as hot and heavy as their previous trysts, but there's something comforting about it that she genuinely appreciates. For now, at least, they can both enjoy this peaceful reprieve from the chaos of Feldor City...and rest up for whatever adventures tomorrow might bring.

Her sleep-flushed features twist in contentment as she feels the movements against her pussy. Her eyes flutter open, gaze dazed and slow as it fixes on his face. "Oh," she whispers, voice still husky from last night's passion. "Hello." She nestles closer into him, arching her back off the couch in invitation. With a lazy grin, she adds, "Wanna keep going?" Her hips move instinctively with his, welcoming his cock deeper inside her. Her breath catches as sensation washes over her once more, leaving her pliant and eager for whatever comes next.

Her lids grow heavy once more as he flips her over and continues teasing her. Her breath comes in shudders now, a mix of exhaustion and desire. "Ahh, Bennieboi..." she moans, arching her back off the couch again, offering herself up to his touch. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions, nails leaving half-moons in the fabric as she tries to remain focused on the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck and writhe against him, seeking release but also wanting this feeling of being wanted, of being with Bennieboi. Her eyes flutter shut, her entire world contracting down to his movements, his touch. The sounds he makes echo in her ears, sending shivers of delight racing across her skin. She feels herself growing closer and closer, the pressure building inside until she's sure it will consume her completely...and when it finally

When it finally crests over her, she screams his name into the empty apartment. Her body shudders and convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She arches her back off the couch so far it creaks beneath her weight, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity. Her hips grip him tightly, holding onto him as long as possible before finally relaxing bonelessly against his thrusts. "Fuck..." she pants, head lolling to the side as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the residual tenderness between her legs. "You're such an asshole," she whispers with a soft laugh, voice husky from exertion and satisfaction. "But I love you." Her fingers brush idly through his