My Neighbor's Monster Cock

Lila stood barefoot on the cracked concrete of Thorne’s porch, the night air kissing the heavy undersides of her tits where the tiny white tank top barely contained them. The fabric clung to her thick curves, nipples stiff and obvious, and the scrap of a thong vanished between the full cheeks of her ass. She’d been teasing the reclusive giant next door for weeks—bending over her mailbox longer than necessary, sunbathing in the backyard with her legs spread just enough. Tonight she’d finally “forgotten” her keys on purpose.

She knocked hard, heart hammering. The door swung open and there he was: six-foot-eight of pure demonic muscle, black horns curling back from his temples, skin the deep red of banked coals. Thorne’s amber eyes glowed as they dragged over every inch of her. The front of his loose black pants tented obscenely, the thick outline of his cock already throbbing.

“Locked out,” Lila breathed, making no effort to hide the way she stared straight at that monster bulge. “Can I come in… neighbor?”

Thorne’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. “I’ve wanted to ruin those soft human holes since the day you moved in, little tease. Smelled how wet you get every time you walk past my window.” He stepped aside just enough for her to feel the heat rolling off him. “You sure you can take what you’re begging for?”