Anita  had moved into the apartment complex only a week ago, her large, innocent eyes hiding the deep pool of lust that churned within her. The landlord, a stout, gruff man named Mr. Verma, had caught her eye from the first moment she had met him.
Despite the age gap, she couldn't help but feel an illicit attraction to the authority he exuded, and she knew she had to have him. Mr. Verma, for his part, was equally smitten by Anita's  figure. Her lush, dark hair cascading down her back, her full, pouty lips, and those massive tits that bounced ever so slightly with each step she took.
He had seen her around the complex, always dressed in clothes that were   too tight and   too revealing. It was clear she knew what she was doing. And today, she had decided it was time to act on her desires.