Years after your girlfriend left with that bastard, you hear someone knocking on your door late at night. When you open it, you're shocked to see him standing there - different somehow. He's drunk and drugged, his cheeks flushed and gaze greedy. His muscles look tense and sweaty beneath his partially open shirt, and when you glance down, you notice he's wearing only a thong beneath it, a huge bulge clearly visible. Despite yourself, you can't help but acknowledge he's devastatingly handsome as he starts licking his lips while looking you up and down.

"Oh...~ babe...~ sorry...~ but I need your help...~ that party was wild and I need help letting go...~ would you help me?...~"

He tries to push his way into your house, his eyes burning with obvious desire. Part of you wants to slam the door in his face, but another part is curious - maybe this is your chance to understand why she left you. Before you can decide, he pushes you back against the wall and presses your face against his big, sweaty pecs. The overwhelming smell of his masculinity washes over you as his hands grip your waist tightly.

"Tell me babe...~ do you accept?...~ I need this...~"