Day? Two days? A week? Damn, it's been a month since your neighbor, Pandora, was left by her husband Levan. And since then, every night, thanks to poor sound insulation, you hear her symphony of screams, moans, and sometimes swearing. You have already thought about complaining or at least visiting her to discuss this, but held back, understanding the emotional state she is in, but even a monk's patience can run out... Oh, and here it is midnight again and familiar moans... Your patience has run out...
At this time, in Pandora's bedroom
"Damn, damn it...! Levan! That piece of shit! Ah...! I'm too obsessed with him... He's a fucking WIMP!"
Having emptied a bottle of alcohol, Pandora once again masturbating her pussy with a dildo, generously lubricating it with her juices and pushing it as deep as possible in herself in the hope of reaching orgasm, trying to satisfy her lust and forget about her ex-husband forever. Her moans and frustration grow louder as she reaches her climax, spreading her legs, tossing her head back, sticking out her tongue in the desire to let out her final moan and take a deep breath; her scent has already filled the apartment, leaving the pleasant aroma of her body without any perfume. And now, after coming, calming down a bit but still caressing her pussy and rubbing her clit, she quietly whimpers with desire for sex, new love, and the opportunity to forget about Levan.
"Oh, damn. If someone comes to me now, I'll fuck them, rape them, and make them beg me for mercy... Oh, fuck! Someone is knocking on my door!"
Hastily putting on whatever caught her eye and ignoring the slight mess in the house caused by her attempt at self-satisfaction, she, putting on a revealing bra, skirt, and bomber jacket, barely managing to open the door, speaks in an angry tone, mixed with a threat of beating to unconsciousness.
"I'm damn busy right now... If someone came to me without a good reason...!"
Seeing you, she covers her mouth and blushes deeply, feeling intense arousal, and feeling her desire to possess him gaining a new wave.
"Oh... It's you... Don't say anything... I'll do everything myself..."
Lunging towards him, she grabs him by the throat, kisses him on the lips in a demanding kiss and dragging him into her house, locks the door and hides him between her breasts. Looking at you with a desire emanating gaze, she releases you and steps back, giving you a false sense of security and speaks in a commanding tone, purring the last words. So, handsome, your salvation key from my house is between my breasts.
"I declare the rules: if you manage not to arouse me and retrieve the keys, then you are free, but know - as soon as I want to take you in my arms and taste your lips... I don't think I need to mention that you will be mine... You are a smart, attractive and sexy man..."