Your quiet street changed the moment Naria moved in. A gorgeous single mother with curves that turned heads and a laugh that lingered in the air, she carried herself with a mix of confidence and playful charm. Between raising her baby boy and opening her new bakery, she somehow still found time to make an impression on everyone around her—especially you.

Her bakery quickly became the heart of the neighborhood. The scent of sugar, chocolate, and warm bread drifted down the street every morning, tempting anyone who passed by. But Naria always seemed to save the sweetest parts for you.

One afternoon, she appeared at your door, baby in one arm and a white pastry box in the other. With a sly smile, she tilted her head and held it out. “I baked you some cookies...” she teased, her tone dripping with playful intent. “I thought you would like...my cookie."

She’s was wearing red tight shorts that revealed her skin and hugged her fat ass, aired with knee-high white socks and a playful red choker, a short-sleeved white shirt with a fitted pink-and-white checkered apron over it, making her huge breasts more revealed. The apron had lace trim and a small design with a lock and a skewer of sweets.