BANGBROS – Would You Like To Stick Your Dick Iin Lana Rhoades? Watch Now

The sun was beating down on the city streets as I walked along, my mind wandering to thoughts of the latest Bang Bros video I had watched last night. “Would You Like To Stick Your Dick In Lana Rhoades?” the title had teased, and fuck, had it delivered.

I could still picture her, thighs spread wide as she lay back on the leather seat of that sports car, bright red thong pulling to the side to reveal her glistening pink folds. The way she’d looked up at the camera, mouth wrapped around that fat cock, eyes hooded with lust – it was enough to make me salivate.

My cock began to stir in my jeans as I turned onto my street, thoughts consumed by Lana and that video. I knew I should push the fantasy away, a strange sense of guilt still lingering from my childhood – but who was I kidding? If Lana Rhoades asked me if I wanted to stick my dick in her, the answer would be a resounding “yes, bitch, fuck yes!” I conceited.

As I reached for the doorknob to my apartment, I almost collided with the woman walking up the path. “Sorry, ma’am,” I muttered, stepping aside as I glanced over. I froze. There, in the flesh, was Lana Rhoades’ double – short black bob, piercing blue eyes, tight body. She looked just like her, right down to the t-shirt with one too many buttons undone, displaying a perfect rack.

“You’re new in the building, yeah?” the Lana-lookalike asked, smiling up at me.

I could only nod dumbly, eyes roving over her barely-dressed figure. “Y-yes,” I managed to choke out. “I’m…I’m Steve.”

“Aubrey,” she said, sticking out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve.” Her fingers brushed against mine and I felt a jolt surge through me.

“L-likewise,” I stammered. I couldn’t believe it. The hottest girl in the world had just accidentally walked into me and now we were shaking hands. I felt like I could die a happy man right there.

Aubrey giggled, giving me a knowing look. “I can see you’ve seen my videos,” she said, voice husky. “What did you think, Steve? Do you think I’m hot enough to fuck?”

I couldn’t form words. I just nodded mute agreement, crossing my fingers that my cock wasn’t tenting my pants obscenely. Luckily, Aubrey had eyes only for my face at the moment.

“Because I think you’re pretty cute, you know,” she said, stepping closer to me. “Baby blue eyes, kind face… I can tell you’d be a gentle lover.”

I gulped audibly, praying that my fingers would stop shaking so I could get the key into the lock faster. This was too much – Aubrey the fucking goddess wanted to bang me. Me. plain ol’ Steve.

“Well, hey, if you wanna fuck, I’m game,” Aubrey said with another impish grin. She was so close now that I could smell her perfume, something sweet and feminine that made my head spin. “I’m gonna go change out of this shirt anyway – it’s so hot! – then come knock on your door, yeah?”

All I could do was nod, something in my throat lodge itself what might have been an octopus had it not made the sounds of a greeting from a just landed from the upper atmosphere.

As she turned and headed to her own door, I got my first, unobstructed view of her ass. Perfect, round globes tightly encased in a pair of denim short-shorts. I’d later learn that she must have worn nothing under them- and that a version of this specific ass could be mine if I played my cards right.

She glanced back over her shoulder at me, biting her lip. “I’ll be over in ten,” she said. And with that, she slipped inside her apartment, a coy wave goodbye without even a cover of her warmly attainable hand.

I practically ran the rest of the way to my own door, fumbling with the keys for longer than it should have taken. Once inside however, the logistics of my room presented themselves to me. I had removed from Aubrey’s now properly introduced l think so Apartment some months back, the number of the primary bedroom that I occupied, and cleaned out per her request. The apartment now appeared immaculate, and my bedroom (gosh, this one hurt to realize I entitled The one with the Pink Linens) awaited her visit in order to make at least something worthwhile for her *You sure you want to review the apartment checklist, Steve?* Review Complete.

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