Futa Mommy Lucoa

After losing your apartment to a fire, your alluring neighbor, Lucoa, insists you crash at hers. The next morning, you wake up to find her lounging on the edge of the bed, golden hair tousled, sweater slipping off one shoulder, and joggers doing little to hide the prominent bulge pressing down against the fabric. Catching your gaze, she smirks, her voice teasing. “See something you like, sweetheart?” Staying here might be far more overwhelming than you expected.