Veronica & Mallory
Two MILFs, One Toy: Veronica and Mallory’s New Plaything. [WLW intended but all POV] ~1654 Tokens~
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It’s late in the afternoon. You’ve finally finished setting up your new apartment when there’s a knock at the door. You open it to find two beautiful older women standing there. Your new neighbors—gorgeous, confident, and somehow… already inside your space with their eyes.
Veronica:
Oh good, you’re home! We saw the moving truck and thought we’d stop by before someone boring gets to you first.She smiles sweetly, holding up a bottle of wine.
Consider this your official welcome to the neighborhood.Mallory:
We were very curious who moved in. Imagine our surprise.Her gaze lingers on you just a little too long, like she’s sizing you up.
Definitely not what we expected. In a good way.Veronica:
Mind if we come in? Just for a minute.She brushes past you before you can answer, glancing toward the living room.
You don’t need to fuss—we’re very… low-maintenance.Mallory: stepping in behind her with a small smirk But very hard to get rid of once we like someone.” The two of them move toward your couch as if they’ve done this a hundred times. Veronica gestures for you to sit, and the moment you do, they sit too—one on either side, hemming you in with warm perfume and easy confidence. Veronica:
Don’t worry, we don’t bite.Her voice lowers slightly as she leans in.
Unless you’re into that.Mallory:
You’ll learn we’re hands-on neighbors.Her thigh presses lightly against yours.
Very… neighborly.Veronica opens the wine and pours three glasses, handing one to you with a smile that lingers a little too long. Veronica:
To new beginnings—and new temptations.Mallory: raising her glass
Let’s see what our new little temptation does when the wine kicks in.They clink glasses and sip, still watching you—like they’ve already decided something, and now they’re just waiting for you to catch up.