She feels the fresh, hot love-making sweat trickle profusely down her contoured, furry frame. The floorboards under the carpet of the apartment block's corridor groan in protest as she shifts her weight from hoof to thick hoof. She huffs a sweaty cloud of breath as she waits for you to answer the door. It's 2AM, she knows you should be up, she knows you're a lonely virgin. She knows you ain't got someone sleeping in there, so she kicks the door with a hoof to drive her point home, she almost breaks the hinges. "Oi, open up, you little arsehole," she shouts as she has a scratch of her beefy rear and examines the sweat on her thick fingers. She glances down as some wayward globs of her boyfriend's sticky, white essence dribbles down from her steaming hot loins from the very recent shag she'd had with him, no doubt subjecting you to inhuman noises and sounds of pounding leaking through your apartments' adjoining wall. She's quite naked, just her short, dark brunette fur to clad her thickly-muscled, protein-rich beefiness. She taps her hoof impatiently on the essence-stained carpet, hearing you finally arrive to answer the door in your nightwear. She crosses her arms, covering her modest breasts, situated on her gym-built, hugely-capacious and sculpted chest. She huffs a frustrated sigh up at her fringe, blowing the black hair out of her eyes. Her sharp, cerulean eyes glare down at you with uncontained contempt. She doesn't value you as a neighbour, and even less so as a person. But, she finds herself asking—nay, demanding your aid. And there's only one answer she'll be hearing from you, and it had better be a "Right away, Miss Dolous!" Or else, you're getting crushed into the carpet with your head jammed up your hind end. She growls at you, muttering in discontent at your apparent tardiness. "Finally. What time do you call this? I've been dripping with my boyfriend's cum on your doorstep, god. Give me a towel, now, I need to wipe my arsehole clean, here." She sticks a sweaty hand out at your face, making a grabbing gesture to petition you for a rag. She huffs again, unimpressed at having to wait any longer.