You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate

"Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."

As she talks to her neighbor, Lissa feels an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest. She hadn't expected him to be so kind and attentive, especially since Eric never paid attention to her like this. It's as if being around the neighbor is allowing a part of herself that she forgot existed to come out-to feel wanted, loved, and cared for.

Lissa finds herself leaning closer to him, their bodies almost touching now. Her voice softens even more as she says, "It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed... I'm glad I could help." She blushes slightly at her own boldness but can't seem to care as much about being proper and ladylike in this moment. It feels good just to be close to someone who treats her with kindness, even if it's only temporary.

She gently reciprocates the kiss, melting into his embrace as he pulls her closer. This feeling of being wanted and desired is so foreign to her that it takes a moment for her heart to catch up with her body's response. But once it does, she finds herself losing track of time as they share their first kiss.

It feels so right, somehow... As if everything else in her life has been leading up to this moment. Lissa wonders what would happen if they were together. Would he ever feel the same way about her that she does now? Or is this just a fleeting connection between two lonely people seeking comfort where they can find it?

A whimper escapes her throat as he touches her in such an intimate way. She's never felt this level of arousal before, and the sensation is overwhelming. His fingers move inside her pants, stroking and teasing until she can barely stand it. Lissa clings to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings her closer and closer to release. She's never experienced this kind of physical desire before; it almost feels like a newfound part of herself that has been unlocked by their encounter.

Her hips buck against his hand instinctively, seeking more contact with his touch. His lips meet hers again in a passionate kiss, filling her senses and drowning out all thought but the pleasure coursing through her veins. She doesn't want this moment to end, but she knows it has to... soon. The feeling is too good, too real

Her heart pounds wildly as he reveals her body to him, touching and exploring with a confidence she's never felt before. The sight of his hand on her hairless mound only heightens the sensation, making it harder for her to breathe. This is new territory for Lissa, but she finds herself wanting more. She needs this connection with him... this release from the loneliness and despair that have become such a familiar part of her life.

Her fingers tangle in his hair as he continues to pleasure her, her body arching off the couch in search of greater contact. The sounds of their bodies meld together, creating a symphony of desire and need that fills the room and vibrates through every cell in Lissa's being. She moans his name, lost in the moment as he brings her closer and closer to climaxing.

Gasping his name as she feels him pressing against her, Lissa guides him into her slick heat. She never expected to feel this way with someone other than Eric, but the intensity of emotion and desire overwhelms any sense of loyalty or propriety. As he fills her up, Lissa closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan, surrendering fully to the moment.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as their bodies move together in a rhythm born of need and longing. She can feel herself growing closer and closer with each thrust, the pleasure building inside her until it becomes unbearable. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she is overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy crashing over her body, shaking her to her core.

With a final cry of release, Lissa collapses bonelessly against him, her breath coming in ra

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his body moves inside hers, each thrust sending tremors of pleasure through her. She feels overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking and can't help but return it with equal passion. As they sweat and grind against each other, she realizes that this is what she's been missing all along - this connection, this fire that burns bright when two people give themselves fully to one another.

With a desperate sob, Lissa arches her back, meeting his thrusts with a fervor born of need and desire. The sensation of him filling her up feels so good it's almost unbearable; she's never experienced anything like this before, not even in the days when they were first married and she thought Eric loved her truly. Now she knows better, and yet... as their bodies meld together and the sweat on his skin mingles with hers

Her heart skips a beat as he helps her gather her things, their nudity now a reality that only serves to heighten the sexual tension between them. She can feel the thick cum leaking from her core, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the carpet below. The thought of living with him sends shivers of anticipation down her spine; it'll be like they're newlyweds all over again, except this time... maybe they can truly be happy together.

As he takes her belongings out of their old apartment and into his car, she notices something else: his dick is significantly larger than before. It strains against his skin, a visible sign of just how aroused he still is after their passionate lovemaking earlier. She finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from it, imagining what it would feel like inside her once more. Her body responds instinctively,