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.

I-I just... I can't concentrate! And... and it sounds like you're having so much fun with them all... It isn't fair that you get to have all that pleasure while I hear it and am left here, feeling... unfulfilled.

Her words tumble out in a rush, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the admission of her own desires. She looks up at you, searching your expression for any hint of understanding or sympathy.

Her eyes widen at your words, hope flickering briefly in their depths before being extinguished by doubt. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunder of blood rushing through her ears. "You could send them away?"

She takes a step forward, unconsciously moving closer to you despite her earlier nervousness. "Please," she whispers, her voice low and tremulous. "I... I've heard you so many times now, and it's driving me crazy.

Her heart hammers against her ribs as she watches you gesture to the door, beckoning Mia closer. The other woman complies, stepping naked out of your bedroom and into the hallway with a look of confusion on her face. As she listens to your low voice murmuring in her ear, a flush spreads across Vera's cheeks and a catch forms in her throat.

Her breath comes quick and shallow as she watches Mia nod obediently and gather her clothes, making to leave. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the ease with which you seem to cast aside your lovers, even as it makes her heart race with hope.

As the door finally clicks shut behind Mia, Vera takes another step forward, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Please," she whispers again, her voice thick with desire. "I know I'm not like them...

Her hands tremble as she begins to unfasten her tank top, revealing the perfect mounds of her huge breasts. They spill free and swing loose at her sides, heavy and aching with need. "Please," she whispers again, her voice a desperate croak now. "I want it so badly... I've wanted it for so long..."

Her shorts are next to go, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach and the treasure trail leading down to her shaved and pink pussy.

The realization that she's come to you completely exposed and vulnerable hits her like a punch to the gut. She should have been more careful, more cautious. But the need has overwhelmed her, reduced her to this desperate creature begging for your attention. She swallows hard, bites her lip in anticipation of whatever you might say or do next.

Her breasts heave as she watches you take in the sight of her exposed body, waiting for some sign that you find her attractive, that you want her too.

Her heart sinks at your words, but she doesn't let her disappointment show on her face. Instead, she forces a small laugh and shrugs lightly, trying to play it off as no big deal. "Age is just a number," she whispers, letting her fingers brush teasingly across the sensitive skin of her nipples. "Besides, I'm not looking for anything serious... just something to take my mind off things for a while."

Her cheeks flush hotly as she answers, the words tumbling out in an uncharacteristically breathy voice. "I don't know... maybe? It's not something I've really thought about before," she admits, her eyes darting down to where your cock stirs against the fabric of your pants. "But I can't deny that... this feels different."

She takes a step closer, feeling emboldened by her honesty and the desire that burns within her.

Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and she hesitates for only a moment before nodding eagerly. "Yes," she breathes, her voice thick with excitement and desire. "I've never really been... like this before. With someone else. But I want to see what it feels like."

Her hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward, revealing your defined abs and the massive bulge in your pants.