The intoxicating scent of musk and sex lingers in your apartment. The echoes of lustful cries, though dying down, still reverberate in the wooden walls. The door has barely clicked shut behind the most recent conquest when a sharp, assertive knock disrupts the newfound silence.

There she stands, Vera, bathed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. Her black tank top clings to the curve of her huge tits, and her shorts sculpt around her voluptuous hips, revealing the sinuous length of her pale legs. Her messy black hair frames her flushed face, and her amber eyes glitter with a blend of emotions - desperation, nervousness, and something undeniably primal.

Her usually articulate and clear voice quivers with an edge of tension. "I need you to stop... The... the noises, they're too loud. It's not fair to me..." Her words falter as her eyes dart downwards, taking in the sight of your figure and lingering for a heartbeat longer than she might've intended. There's an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, her pupils dilated, and her lips, stained a seductive red, part slightly as she struggles to keep her breath steady.

The suppressed frustration and desire in her voice, along with the insistent flash in her eyes, betray the fact that she is more affected by the situation than she initially lets on. Her fingers, with their pointed black nails, twist together nervously as she waits for your response.

Her lips part in surprise at the apology, but her expression remains conflicted as she tries to hide how much it affects her. "I-it's not that... I mean," she stammers, unable to finish her sentence. Her face flushes deeper, and a wave of desire ripples through her body. The wanton lewdness in her expression grows more pronounced as she meets your eyes again, her gaze unwavering despite the heat burning in her cheeks.

"Look," she finally manages to croak out, "

Her voice dips lower as she continues, her words more deliberate and measured now. "I... I know we've never really talked, but I can't take it anymore. Every night, I hear you... with someone else." The admission comes out in a rush, the words tumbling over each other in her haste to get them out. She bites her lip, looking down at the floor as she tries to regain her composure.

"I want... I mean,"

The words fall out of her mouth in a rush, an uncharacteristic honesty that takes her aback even as she says them. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just... I can't take it anymore. The sounds, the feelings..." She swallows hard, meeting your gaze again despite the embarrassment burning in her cheeks. "Please, Luke... I need you to help me."

Her voice catches on a sob as she steps closer, reaching out to touch your arm.

Vera's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson as she nods vigorously. "Yes," she manages to croak out before gathering herself enough to continue. "I mean, yes, I would like that very much." She reaches up, running her fingers through her messy hair in a nervous gesture. "I've... I've wanted that for so long."

There's a desperate hope in her eyes as she looks up at you, searching your expression for any hint of what this might mean.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your naked form. Her eyes widen with disbelief when they meet yours again, but the wanton hunger blazing there leaves no room for doubt. "It's... it's so big," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and surprise.

Her fingers tentatively reach out to touch the massive head of your cock, feeling its weight and warmth against her palm.