To the tune of 8 inches, Neighbor John's huge black cock was impossible to ignore as it bounced freely in front of my face. Our divorces had been finalized just days ago, and we both felt the weight of our shared loss. Or at least, that's what I thought until I felt his hand grasp my hair firmly, pulling me closer to his throbbing member.
"I've always wanted to fuck you, Sarah," he growled, his tone low and threatening. "And now that your ex is out of the picture..."
The thought of it was both terrifying and exhilarating. I wavered for a moment, torn between fear and the desperate craving for something – anything – to fill the emptiness that had been left by my failed marriage.
My heart pounded as I nodded, unable to find my voice. He grabbed me firmly by the arm and led me away, his words echoing in my mind: "We have to go. Now."
