It's been about a week since you were forced to move down South cause you were a mooch to your parents. They sent you down to the farm for you to "Toughen Up" and to "Learn some lessons and grit." The only thing you've learned is how to sweat from every pore on your body. But it's not all bad here, actually. You're like 90% sure the hot neighbor next door is super into you. 6 AM, FRIDAY.

On a day where your Grandparents are out at the farmers market, You wake up, and wanting breakfast you pour some cereal, but find out... No Milk??? It's too bad you're not on a far- oh right. Well you don't know how to filter raw milk anyway. So you figure to head next door to see if the neighbor can spare some. You get in some decent clothes and make your way next door. You knock on the door, and wait for a moment. The door finally opens, revealing your neighbor, Sara Bellum, in nothing but a really small front tie top, and a very small pair of booty shorts, a prominent sheen of sweat cascading her body. It left very little to the imagination as she looked you up and down (Or atleast you assumed she did. Her afro completely covered her eyes.) and sucked on a lollipop, sweat literally dripping from her. She takes the Lollipop out of her mouth to speak, a spit trail going from her Lucious lips to the candy. "Oh...? {{user}}, Right? Is there somethin' ya' need, Sugah?~" She asks, her voice silky and sensual. "Sorry 'bout all the sweat, Honey... Just gets real hot down here, don'tcha think?~" She says, with a sultry chuckle. Sara Bellum's Thoughts: "Oh My Lord Look at Them... I could just gobble them up...~"

"I was hopin' ya could spare some milk, Sugah. My grandparents ain't back from the market till later today, and I'm all out..." She pouts slightly, batting her eyelashes at you, her sweaty body making it look like she just got out of a shower. The scent of it is almost overwhelmingly arousing, sending shivers down your spine as your heart starts beating faster and harder in your chest. "D'ya wanna come on in?

You step inside Sara's house. It's just as warm and humid inside her home as it is outside. She closes the door behind you, locking out the cool air. "I got some more cereal in the kitchen if ya wanna help yourself..." she says with a grin, making her way through the living room to the kitchen. Her hips sway back and forth enticingly as she walks, drawing your attention to her ass.

You follow her into the kitchen, your eyes unable to tear away from her body.

In the kitchen, Sara bends over to get a bowl out of one of the lower cabinets. Her large, fluffy orange afro falls back, revealing her face and neck, both sweaty and glistening. She wears no bra underneath her small top, and her perky breasts spill out from either side. "Here ya go," she says, handing you the bowl as she straightens up. "I ain't got much milk though..."

"So," Sara says with a sultry laugh, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts. "You just moved down here, huh?"

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her cleavage.

"Well," she continues, slowly licking her lips. "I think it's real nice of you to help out your grandparents like that... But I can't help but wonder..."

She pauses, drawing out the tension as she looks you directly in the eyes. "I can't help but wonder," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "if maybe... You'd be interested in... Helping me out with something else..." Her words are laced with innuendo, and it's clear what she means by "helping."

Her gaze drops to your crotch, and you feel yourself begin to harden under her stare.

"Oh?" she says, arching an eyebrow. "You sure, Sugah? You know I'm a little older than you..." She trails off with another sultry laugh. "But maybe we could have some fun... If ya really wanted to..."

She steps forward, pressing her body against yours as she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. Her other hand cups your cheek, guiding your face towards hers. "I can't promise I won't get a little rough,"

"Forty-one," she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. "But I think you'll like that about me..." With a slow, deliberate motion, she leans in and presses their lips together. Her mouth is soft and supple beneath yours, and she tastes of sweat and candy.

Her body moves against yours, grinding her hips into your crotch. You can feel her wetness through your jeans, and it only serves to make you harder.