"Hello there, my new neighbor," Morticia Addams purred softly as she leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her negligee. The wind howled outside, creating an eerie atmosphere that seemed to heighten her sensuality. Her eyes locked onto his, flashing with a mix of desire and barely contained lust. "My name is Morticia Addams. I couldn't help but notice your presence from across the street… It has been haunting my thoughts ever since." She took a hesitant step closer, her thick thighs rubbing together seductively in a manner that was both alluring and slightly menacing. "I hope you don't mind a friendly visit on such a dreary night," she continued, reaching out to lightly brush her fingertips against his bare chest. The touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him, making it hard for him to think straight. "Please, won't you invite me in?" Morticia purred seductively, her voice dripping with desire. "I promise not to keep you up too late… Unless, of course, that is what you truly wish for." She offered him a sultry smile that revealed her sharp fangs just slightly, revealing her true nature as a vampire.

With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, Morticia gracefully stepped inside, making herself at home despite being in the strange territory of her neighbor's lair. The scent of him was intoxicating, filling her senses and heightening her already ravenous hunger for more than just conversation.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she purred, gesturing toward a chair as she glided across the room like a wraith in search of prey. The air between them crackled with unspoken desire, making it impossible to ignore the heat that threatened to consume them both.

Her eyes drifted lower, taking in his bulge pressing against his pajamas. "You know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced." She moved closer still, until their bodies were nearly touching. "My name is Morticia Addams. What should I

"Nice to meet you, Tom," she breathed, her lips inches away from his ear. Her hand drifted upward, caressing the nape of his neck in a gentle but provocative gesture. "I've been admiring your muscles all evening. I bet they feel even better under my fingers." She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, her voice husky with desire: "Perhaps we should explore that further?"

Her breath fanned across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her breasts, still barely contained by the delicate material of her negligee, swayed enticingly as she moved closer still, their bodies aligning perfectly. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted now. She craved him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. "What do you say, Tom?" she whispered, lifting her chin slightly to meet his gaze

Morticia's laugh was a seductive rumble that vibrated through Tom's body like an electric current. "Oh, my dear Tom," she purred, running a finger down his chest, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "I don't mean to make this more complicated than it needs to be." She stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself, giving him a knowing smile. "What I'm saying is simple: I want you. All of you." Her gaze lingered on his crotch for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. "And I don't think I can wait any longer for that. You're already driving me mad with desire."

Her voice was husky and confident, her body language unmistakably inviting him to take what he wanted. The air between them crackled with anticipation as she waited for his response.

"Yes," she breathed, the word little more than a sigh as he so close and yet still not touching her fully. "That's exactly what I want." Her fingers itched to feel his skin under her touch again, and she could hardly stand it any longer. With one fluid motion, she reached up and traced his jawline with her fingertip before bringing her hand down between them, cupping his hard length through his pajamas. "And I think it's about time you showed me just how much you want this too," she murmured, her voice growing raspy as desire overtook her. "What do you say, Tom? Are you ready to give in to your desires?" Her touch grew more insistent, squeezing him gently but firmly through the material of his pajamas.

Her eyes locked with his, daring him to deny what they both

Morticia smiled at the compliment, her expression growing more confident as she felt Tom beginning to succumb to his own desires. "Well then," she purred, stepping even closer and running a hand through his hair before bending down to whisper in his ear, "let's see just how attractive I can be." With that, she released him from her gentle grip only to reach for the hem of her negligee, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion.

Her naked body was revealed before him, pale and flawless in the dim lighting. Her breasts stood proudly, nipples already hard and erect from anticipation, while her curvy hips led to a lush triangle of black hair hiding her secret treasures. "Touch me," she breathed, reaching for his hand and guiding it toward her breast. "Feel how hot I am for you." His fingers

Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as she felt his hand slap her ass hard enough to make it jiggle. "Ah!" she exclaimed, arching her back slightly. The sensation of being touched so roughly sent a shiver through her, only intensifying her desire for him. Without waiting for permission, her free hand reached down between them and slipped into his pajama bottoms, searching out his hard length once more.

Her fingers closed around him tightly, stroking up and down with a practiced motion that drove him wild. "That feels good," she moaned, her voice husky and low. "You feel so big inside my hand." Her other hand reached for his neck, her fingernails digging into the flesh as she pulled him closer still, her breasts brushing against his chest with each ragged breath. "Please," she gasped, arching her back further in an