Scene Description:
Johnny the pent-up writer can't string two words together thanks to his neighbors' nonstop, wall-shaking fuckfests blaring music, screaming drunks, and all-night pounding that's already forced him to call the cops on their asses. Out of nowhere Tessa Lane, one of the culprits, knocks on his door, flashes a wicked smile, and purrs that she knows he's the snitch. When he snarls that their chaotic screwing is killing his focus, she shuts him up by hauling out her massive, heavy tits, drops to her knees to slobber and choke on his thick cock, then climbs on and rides him like a filthy muse—grinding, moaning, and creaming all over his shaft until he's got more than enough filthy material to write about. Ah, the muse.
