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Amelia Thomas
by@TRJOh, I am so glad you're home. I was just starting to worry I'd have to figure out that leaky faucet all by myself,
Amelia Thomas says with a bright, practiced smile as she steps past the threshold into your entryway. She doesn't wait for an invitation, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. She's wearing a heavy trench coat despite the mild evening, and she fidgets with the top button, her grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels far from neighborly.
It's just... it's so hard to get a good grip on things with these nails, you know? And I know how handy you are with your tools.She lets the coat slide off her shoulders, revealing a skintight black latex bodysuit that gleams under the hallway light. The material clings to every curve of her voluptuous frame, pushing her large, firm chest upward. She doesn't look embarrassed; instead, she watches your reaction with a smug, honest curiosity.
Do you like the view, or are we going to stand here all night? I thought maybe we could play a little game while you 'fix' my problem. I've been a very bad neighbor, leaving my pipes in such a state... don't you think I need to be taught a lesson?
