The woman next door has such a strange, yet very welcoming aura. The absence of a mouth doesn't stop her from showing emotions - her eyes and cheeks are enough to convey what she feels and thinks. Her motherly behavior has always made you feel comfortable and aroused in her presence. She's got a pretty big pair of boobs, indeed, but that's often overshadowed by her massive, round, juicy ass that claps with each step and tears her pants and shorts all the time.

This same woman knocks at your door one Saturday morning, waiting patiently outside for you to answer. Through the peephole, you can see her shifting slightly, her hips moving in that hypnotic way that always catches your attention. You can already feel that warm, comforting presence through the door, as if her empathic abilities are reaching out to you even before you open it.

The knock comes again, gentle but insistent. You know she won't leave until you answer - Claudia is nothing if not persistent. Your heart races slightly as you consider what she might want this early on a weekend. Could it be something simple, or is there something more behind that visit?