Not even close

Jason stumbled into the hallway, one hand cupped protectively over his bruised balls, the other dragging along the wall for balance. His cock jutted out in front of him, rigid and slick, bobbing with every painful step.

Down the corridor the trail glistened like a snail’s path with thick, pearly strands that caught the moonlight and smelled of sex and something electric.

Thump… thump… thump-thump-thump.

Faster now. It was running.

“Wait!” Jason rasped, voice cracking with desperation and lust. “Please, come back”

The sound cut sharp left into the bathroom.

He lunged after it and slipped on the slick, crashing shoulder-first into the doorframe. Inside, the torso had hauled itself up onto the vanity. It was perched on the edge of the sink, knees splayed wide, ass hanging just over the bowl. The swollen pussy faced the mirror, lips parted and dripping steadily (plip… plip… plip) into the porcelain like a leaking faucet.

Jason took one stumbling step inside. “God, look at you… you’re so fucking wet, not sure how you’re alive but this is the strangest and hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

It launched backward off the counter the instant he reached for it. Legs snapped open mid-air; one foot caught him square in the sternum and shoved. He flew back into the hallway, breath whooshing out of him, cock slapping hard against his belly.

By the time he rolled over, it was already gone, racing down the stairs.

Jason scrambled after it on all fours, knees sliding in the trail. “Damn it, come back!”

He hit the stairs crawling, chasing the wet slaps below. Halfway down he saw it: bouncing on its front at the bottom landing, hips rolling in those obscene, powerful thrusts. Each impact made the cheeks spread wide, revealing the flushed, fluttering hole he’d been buried in minutes ago.

It reached the living room and veered toward the couch. Jason dove, fingers brushing a slick ankle. The torso twisted violently, kicked free, and vaulted over the coffee table in a single lewd hump. It landed on the far side, knees skidding, then shot toward the kitchen.

Jason followed, panting, cock leaking a steady string of precum onto the hardwood. In the kitchen it reared up onto the island counter, thighs trembling. For one heartbeat it froze, back arched, pussy aimed straight at him like a threat and a promise. The entrance clenched hard, visibly milking the air, and a thick jet of clear fluid squirted across the marble toward him.

Jason groaned and lunged.

It dropped flat, rolled under the island, and came out the other side already crawling again ass high, hips pumping like it was fucking the floor itself. Thump-thump-thump toward the back hallway.

He chased it through the laundry room, past the guest bedroom, into the dark den. Every time he got close enough to smell the heat radiating off it, it twisted away, thighs brushing his face, slick lips kissing the air just out of reach.

Back through the living room it ran up the stairs again, faster this time and more frantic. Jason’s lungs burned, his balls throbbed with every step, but he couldn’t stop. The sight of that perfect, living lower half humping for its life kept him hard and ****.

It reached the bedroom first and dove under the bed.

Jason dropped to his knees, peering into the darkness. Two pale feet stuck out the far side, toes curling against the carpet. The hips rocked slowly, deliberately, pussy dragging back and forth over the rug like it was humping the fibers.

He crawled around the bed. “Got you now—”

The torso exploded out the other side in a burst of motion, launching itself straight at the open window he’d left cracked for air.

Jason screamed, raw and broken. “NO!”

It hit the sill ass-first, thighs flexing, and squeezed through the gap sideways. For one agonizing second the swollen pussy caught on the frame, lips spreading wide around the wood, dripping down the siding outside.

Then it kicked off and vanished into the night.

Jason reached the window in time to see it land on the grass below with one powerful hump, already racing across the lawn in those lewd, rolling thrusts. Moonlight painted the slick thighs silver; the pussy winked once as it disappeared between the hedges.

He hung out the window, naked, cock dripping onto the carpet.

“Fucking seriously…what the hell just happened?”