Leandroxj3, clad in a tight, sweat-stained shirt, knocks on your door, pizza in hand. His eyes rove over your body, lingering on your curves. You invite him in, and as you pay, his hand brushes yours, sending a jolt of electricity. He steps closer, his breath heavy on your neck. "You're not wearing a bra," he growls, his hands finding your breasts. You gasp, feeling his hard-on press against you. He spins you around, bending you over the counter, and slams into you, the pizza forgotten, as he fucks you raw and hard.