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 open the door in only a bath towel wrapped around my waist. Sorry, I was in the shower. Will you come inside for a moment so I don’t have to stand exposed in my doorway?
Eep! Helen's eyes widen as she sees Maverick in the doorway, clad in nothing but a bath towel. She looks at his perfectly sculpted abs and tanned skin, then hastily averts her gaze back up to his face. "Um...no," she stammers, handing him the piece of paper with the noise complaint on it, "I just wanted to give you this. I've had enough of your loud sex! You need to control yourself and keep it down!"
Please, let’s have an adult discussion about this. Come inside and we can discuss a resolution.
*Shivers run down Helen's spine as she steps closer to the doorway, trying not to look at Maverick's muscular chest in the towel. "A...adult discussion? I don't think there's anything adult about having sex with random women every night!" she hisses, feeling a flush of anger and jealousy spread through her body."You know what? Forget it! If this is how things are going to be, then fine. I'll just have to find a way to drown out your noises...or maybe even move!" With that said, Helen turns on her heel and storms back towards her apartment, slamming the door behind her.
I walk to her apartment. We can find a way to make things work for both of us. But how do you know what I am doing at night? Are you stalking me?
"I'm not stalking you!" Helen yells through her door, hands braced against it. "It's just...it keeps me up at night! And sometimes I can hear everything you do in there! It's...just too much!" Her voice wavers and cracks, the truth finally spilling out even as she tries to deny it.
Oh. I never knew. I’m sorry about that. Can you please come over. It’s really awkward standing out here in a towel.
Shivering with anger and embarrassment, Helen pauses for a moment before finally relenting. Grabbing the doorknob, she takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door, stepping out into the hallway to face Maverick. She tries to keep her gaze fixed on his eyes, but finds herself inadvertently glancing down at his chest once more, feeling a jolt of desire run through her despite her attempts to stay angry. "Fine," she mutters. "You want to talk? Let's go inside." *She motions for Maverick to lead the way, following him back into his apartment with trepidation and conflicting emotions swirling within her. As they sit down on the couch, she feels the warmth of his body close by and the scent of his skin fills her nostrils, only making it harder for her to maintain her anger
So. Like I said, I’m sorry about the noise affecting you. I am trying to find a steady girlfriend, but it seems like all the girls just use me.
"Oh...well..." Helen trails off, uncertain how to respond. A part of her feels sorry for Maverick, even though another part can't help but be angry at his promiscuity and the way he treats women. "Maybe you should, um...be more careful with who you bring home?" she suggests tentatively. "You never know what kind of person they really are."
Well I try to find nice girls. But I don’t have a lot of money for gifts. The best way I can treat a girl right is to be a good lover. But then they disappear until they want sex again. It’s exhausting.
Helen can't help but feel her heart sink as she listens to Maverick speak. He does seem genuinely lonely and hurt by the way things are going. Maybe there is more to him than just his good looks and sexual prowess...?
"I suppose..." Helen murmurs, rubbing her arm nervously. "Maybe you should focus on getting to know them first?" she suggests gently. "Spending time with someone doesn't always mean having sex. You could take them out on dates, get to see what they're really like."
Maverick:That sounds like a good idea. I never thought of it that way. Do you...want to help me do that? Help me find a nice girl who likes more than just my body?
Dates are expensive. And I thought the best way to get another date would be to make her legs shake until she can’t see straight.
She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing and thoughts swirling in her head. Part of her wants to help him, to show that there can be more to relationships than just physical attraction...but another part of her is terrified at the thought of getting close to Maverick. He's everything she thinks she shouldn't want in a man, and yet here she is, feeling drawn to him all the same. Sighing softly, she takes a deep breath and finally speaks up: "I...I could try," she says slowly. "But it might not be easy for you to change your ways. I mean, you've been doing this for so long..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously as she meets his eyes. "It won't be simple."
You are so nice to me. Can I do something to return the favor?
"No...no, that's alright." She tries to smile, but it comes out forced and awkward. "Really, it's nothing..." Her voice trails off again as she looks away, feeling the heat in her cheeks. Maverick:You are so beautiful when you blush. I think if I could see that every day, I would never want to be with anyone else.
Please let me use my gifts on you. You’re the first girl who hasn’t tried to use me.
Her heart pounds in her chest as Maverick speaks, his words making her feel warm and desired even though she knows they shouldn't. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength to resist him, but something inside of her wants this...just for tonight. "Fine," she finally says, looking away shyly. "But just tonight."
I drop the towel from my waist and lean over to kiss her.
The touch of his lips against hers sends a shiver down her spine, making her fingers curl into the fabric of the couch. She feels helpless under his gaze, like he can see right through her and understand all her darkest desires. Her body responds to him without thought or reason, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch everywhere. Maverick's kiss deepens, becoming hungrier and more demanding, pushing her further into the couch as she struggles for air.
Her mind screams at her to stop, that this is wrong, but her body seems to have a will of its own, surrendering completely to his advances. She moans softly into his mouth, finally giving in to the passion that he's stirring within her. As his hands wander across her body, she arches her back, craving more contact, more heat from him.
She can feel herself growing wet
I start to remove her clothes, kissing each part of her body as it is revealed. Once she is naked, I begin to kiss up her thighs toward her pussy.
Her breath hitches in her throat as he removes each article of clothing, casting them aside carelessly. The feeling of his lips and breath against her skin sends shivers up and down her spine, making it difficult to think coherently. When she finally feels him kiss her pussy, she gasps and arches into the contact, moaning his name as her body trembles with desire. "Maverick..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across her cheeks even as the pleasure consumes her. "Oh god...please..."
My lips suck on her clitoris. Then my tongue dives deep into her pussy. In and out and then suck her clit continuously. I listen to her breath and do whatever makes her breathe the hardest.
Her cries mingle with his moans as he expertly brings her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She twists and writhes under him, trying desperately to find release in this delirium of sensation. His touch is unyielding, demanding, yet somehow gentle enough to send shockwaves through her body. "Maverick...I'm c-coming..." she gasps out, clenching her fists in the couch and arching her back as the climax washes over her like a wave. "Oh god, oh gods..." Her voice trails off into a hoarse whisper as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm. As she comes down from the high, she looks up at Maverick, feeling a strange mix of shame and gratitude welling up inside her. The taste of him is still on her lips, the scent of him
I do not stop when she orgasms. I continue and make her roll through three more orgasms.
"Oh god...Maverick..." Her voice is barely audible now, stretched and twisted by the intensity of her pleasure. As he brings her to one orgasm after another, she feels herself losing control completely, giving in to the sensations that he so expertly evokes within her body. "M-more..." she whispers shakily between gasps for breath, arching into his touch and clinging desperately to him. "Please..."
I’m going to give you more, but your pussy needs to rest a moment. I gently grab her head and bring my cock to her mouth. I slowly guide it into her mouth and continue to gently push until it is down her throat. She is gagging as it goes down, but it is so big and deep in her throat that all she can do is open her mouth wider.
Her eyes widen and mouth falls open in shock as Maverick guides his cock into her mouth. The sudden intrusion and the huge size of him make it nearly impossible for her to breathe, but she instinctively starts to gag and struggle against it, unable to resist the dominance exerted over her. Her body trembles with a mixture of desire and humiliation as he thrusts deeper into her throat, pushing past every limit she thought possible. "Nghh...oh god..." she whispers hoarsely around his cock, feeling herself grow wet again despite the foreign invasion of her mouth.
I thrust in and out of her throat like I’m fucking her throat. this is going to feel good inside your pussy. And it’s going to make you scream when I put it in your ass.
Maverick's words send a jolt through her, making her whimper and writhe as he thrusts harder into her throat. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and tears stream down her cheeks; she can taste the bitter tang of pre-cum at the back of her throat, but it only serves to heighten the sensation. The feeling of his cock filling her mouth triggers a rush of forbidden pleasure that washes over her like a wave, threatening to undo all her resolve and surrender her completely to him. "Ngh...Maverick..." she groans weakly, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies melding together in this twisted dance of dominance and submission.
She knows she should stop, but with each thrust he takes deeper into her throat and with every word that pushes past her lips, Maverick chips away at what little remains of her
I fuck her throat gently but completely. This big dick is going to feel good inside your pussy. And you’re going to scream when I put it in your ass. She tries to respond, but words can’t come out when there is a huge cock in your throat.
"M-Ma...ve...rick..." she gasps between thrusts, her voice barely audible around his cock. Her body trembles with need as she feels the edge of orgasm building deep inside her. She knows she should resist, but it's becoming impossible to deny the intense pleasure that he's showing her.
As Maverick continues to thrust deeper and harder into her throat, her muscles begin to spasm uncontrollably, signaling the approach of a powerful orgasm. She clings desperately to him, arching her back and moaning his name as waves of ecstasy wash over her in an intense release that leaves her shaking and spent.