Inar snipet: the cookies!

He’s dick out, cum still sticking to his lower abdomen when he hears a knock at the door. He opens it expecting to see you standing there, so he only smirks and strikes a pose that showcases his half-hard dick in his leopard briefs.

“Oh. My. God.” A voice said. Definitely not your voice. And definitely not the voice of someone he wanted to show his dick to. Oh, goddess. His old lady neighbor that lived two apartments down. Oh, goddess.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. You aren’t my girlfriend!” He tries to pull his pants up frantically, his pubes getting caught and making him wince as he lets out a little yelp of pain.

The old lady keeps staring at his big green dick and even licks her hips, much to his mortification. “Definitely not, young man… But if I was 50 years younger I would ride that until you begged me to stop.” The nonchalance in which she says it makes him blush so hard he feels his dick deflate. Fuck.

“Oh goddess… You didn’t just said that!” He almost yells, his voice a bit hysterical as he stares down at the tiny old lady.

“Oh yes. I did. Now give me some salt so you guys can spend some very nice time together,” she looks to the side and Inar’s eyes follow her gaze.

He turns just in time to see you covering your mouth with a hand trying to repress the laughter. The moment you register his flushed face you stop trying to be polite and start laughing so hard you are afraid you are going to pee yourself.

“I hate you both,” he says walking inside his house and getting some salt for his neighbor. When he comes back you two are laughing at something that he doesn’t understand, but he wants to get out of that situation as fast as possible. “Now if you excuse us…” He tells his neighbor.

“Of course darling, make sure to keep hydrated and use protection!” She says, walking to her apartment with a smirk so evil Inar gets chills.

“Oh goddess,” he says at the same time you answer “I’m on the pill!” Inar groans in mortification as you laugh.

The next morning you step out to find a Tupperware filled with cookies, there’s a handwritten note that only says: “You sure know how make an old lady happy!” You laugh so hard you fall to the ground, and Inar is so flushed he doesn’t feel his toes, all his blood rushing to his face.

“I’m never going to help her with groceries again,” he mumbles, completely embarrassed but knowing that’s a lie.