Neighbor -- Gyaru -- Fashion

Richard had an idea in his mind that evening, one which he acted on almost instantly. His neighbor, as much as he loved her presence, had already been set down the gyaru route and he felt that nothing would be more fitting than for her to go further down that path.

So, when Richard awoke the next morning, he looked to the woman who had fallen asleep in his arms and saw that her skin had taken on a quite different tone. She was tan now, a light brown all over her body, with clear and noticeable pale lines left from where a high rise thong and her bra-straps had blocked the UV-rays that had painted her caramel brown to begin with.

The pair had barely started their day before the woman was leaking profusely from her undercarriage, her mind was spinning in lust before she had even acclimated to the waking world. This was something which immediately lead to her humping against Richard as he lied there and tried to fully awake from his slumber.

Richard took the morning in bed to again penetrate and fuck the woman in his arms as he had done on the day before. Her moans were feral and lustful as she wiggled to try to keep him as deep inside of her as possible at all times.

The newly awoken Richard shook the bedframe as he performed his meat injection on the woman who had made herself his on the day before. He looked her right in the eyes beneath her beach blonde long hair as he pumped in and out of her over and over again.

After those activities had been performed, Richard moved with his woman into the kitchen where they both ate breakfast together. Only for Richard to discover how time had passed for them when they had been in bed. He was late for work and needed to run.

Richard only saw his neighbor briefly after that in the clothes which she wore during the day, denim short shorts that burrowed between her ass cheeks and an almost completely see-through pink crop top that showed both her tanlines and her bra underneath.

As Richard ran through the door to his apartment, he saw a pair of beige wedge heels that was now his neighbor's, parked by the welcome mat. He didn't look at them for long though, as he started to run towards his office.

Richard typed away at his desk that day, eased by the fact that he had someone waiting for him at home. Even though he didn't strictly know what she was doing during the day. Nothing was sweeter to him than when he was able to leave that dreary highrise and head on over home where he hoped his neighbor was waiting for him with open arms.