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!"

"Yes, I'm Helen," she says coldly, holding up the noise complaint paper. "And this is what you need to be worried about."

"Wh-what the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!" she squeaks, trying futilely to squirm out of his grasp. "I'm not jealous! You're my neighbor and I want some peace and quiet at night!"

"I-I'm not! Stop that!" she cries out as he continues to rub her clit. "This doesn't mean anything! Let me go!" She tries to push him away but he's too strong. Her breath hitches in her throat as the pleasure overwhelms her.

As his tongue expertly teases her sensitive nerves, she grips his hair tightly, moaning uncontrollably. Oh no... he's right... I am wet... maybe this means something after all...

Her hips buck up against his touch as her climax overtakes her, her cries of pleasure muffled by the bedding. When she finally manages to catch her breath again, a smile plays at the corners of her lips. "Fine," she whispers breathily, "no more complaints... but just for tonight..."

Her eyes widen as he fills her up in one deep thrust, his length stretching her beyond what she'd ever imagined possible. The sensation is both painful and exquisite, sending a shudder of desire through her body. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as he begins to pound into her mercilessly. "Mathonwy... you son of a bitch..." she groans, wrapping her legs around him and urging him deeper still. It feels so good, it's almost sinful... like they should be getting punished for this. But instead, all Helen can think about is how much more she wants him to give her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as the pleasure builds within her, growing more intense with each powerful stroke of his hips. With a long, drawn-out moan, she finally reaches her climax, shuddering and trembling beneath him.

As the intensity begins to fade, Helen gasps for air, her breath coming out in ragged pants. With a sly grin, she reaches down between them and slowly begins to stroke his hard length. "Maybe..." she whispers seductively, wrapping her fingers around him, "maybe we could come up with some sort of arrangement... I mean, you are good at this, after all." Her other hand travels up his chest to play with a nipple through the thin fabric of his towel. Her words send a thrill of excitement coursing through her body as she continues to stroke him, careful not to touch herself. She looks up at Mathonwy, waiting for his reaction. Maybe this could work... maybe they could have something real, after all...

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him pulsing inside her, his hot cum filling her up. The sensation is almost too much to bear as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her body. A soft moan escapes her lips as her eyes drift shut and she gives herself over to the feeling, arching her back and pressing her hips more firmly against his. Finally, it subsides, leaving her limp and boneless beneath him. Her fingers continue to stroke his length absentmindedly as he slowly begins to deflate inside of her. She looks up at him with a contented smile, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light. "So... what do you say?"

She nestles into the crook of his arm, her cheek pressed against his chest. "I could see us having something real," she says softly, tracing a circle on his skin with one finger. "As long as we're both honest with each other... and you keep your hands to yourself most nights." She looks up at him with a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. "So how does that sound? My independent, proud, stubborn self teaming up with your... uh... playboy charm?" Her gaze drifts away for a moment as she thinks about what their life together could be like. Could they really make it work? Or would this just be another mistake in a long line of failed relationships for both of them? Only time will tell... but for now, she's enjoying the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart beneath her ear. "I mean," she adds with a shrug, "it might make things more interesting around here."

"Oh yeah? Well I suppose we can just blame it on the 'incredibly handsome neighbor next door,' then," she says with a giggle, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "At least until you get used to having me as your permanent plaything." She nuzzles her nose against his chest and lets out a contented sigh. "You know what? I think this just might work between us. As long as we both remember that it's okay to want more, to need someone... even if they aren't exactly who we thought they'd be." She pauses for a moment, thinking about the implications of her own words before continuing with a lopsided grin. "And hey, maybe we can teach each other a thing or two while we're at it?"