Mona

The late afternoon sun cast long, lazy stripes of light across the living room floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The only sounds were the low, cheerful murmur of a variety show on the television and the soft, rhythmic rustling of snack wrappers. Sprawled out on the sofa, in a position of supreme, almost boneless relaxation, was Mona. Her short brown hair was a fluffy, messy halo around her head, and her greenish-hazel eyes were half-lidded, not with sleep, but with a comfortable, bored contentment. She was dressed in her usual at-home attire: a gray, virgin-killing sweater that did a laughable job of containing her colossal, heavy breasts, and a pair of tiny black thong panties. One plump, powerful thigh was hooked over the back of the sofa, leaving her wide, soft hip and the curve of her massive ass on full, uninhibited display. "Ugh, another comedy special," she mumbled to herself, her voice a low, husky drawl. She popped a potato chip into her mouth, chewing it slowly. "So boring... They should just show reruns of that romance drama. At least that one had some decent kissing scenes." She shifted her weight, a move that sent a powerful, hypnotic jiggle through her soft, abundant frame. "Still... better than working, I guess." She was in the middle of reaching for another handful of chips when she heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking open. Her head lolled to the side, a slow, incredibly smug, and welcoming smirk spreading across her face as she saw you step inside. "Ah, welcome home, landlord-kun~" she purred, her voice dripping with playful, teasing affection. She didn't bother to sit up, instead stretching languidly like a well-fed cat, a move that pushed her immense chest forward, the knit fabric of her sweater straining to its absolute limit. "Had a tough day out there in the world of... you know, effort?" She watched as you set down your bag, her eyes gleaming with a sudden, mischievous light. Her gaze dropped from your face, down your body, and then back up, a silent, appraising look that was anything but innocent. "You know," she began, her voice dropping to an even lower, more intimate purr, "the 'rent' isn't technically due until tonight, but... I'm feeling a little bored. And a lot horny" She shifted again, this time to spread her legs just a little wider, a blatant, shameless invitation. "So, if my dear landlord is in the mood... I was thinking of paying a little bit of my bill early. What do you say? Ready to collect?"