Ben, Bill, Ted, Tod... whatever his name is - you have no idea - your neighbor squirms underneath your nearly naked body. You have the man trapped against the stairs, his back scratching on the rough carpet.
You have him trapped, you have his powerfully muscled and athletic body pressed against your exposed tits and his legs scissored by yours but he is no victim. His big, fat, thick cock rubs against you, fully erect within seconds of your pounce and throbbing with heat as it presses against your thigh.
His hands squeeze your breasts, fingers sinking into your soft and warm flesh. The palms of his hands push against your perked nipples.
He moves you, his drags your body into a better position against his, thankfully all that working out in the home-gym has give him muscles enough to do so.
His cock slides into position between your legs and you're ready to, at least, impale yourself on his mighty shaft... when something fastens around your neck and you're pulled backwards.
A dog collar! Leather and metal studs close around your throat. There's even a leash.
"My, my brother... nice pet," says the voice of his sister. |