WELL OF COURSE NOT

Your eyes bulged. So did other parts of your anatomy. Four... well, older women to be sure, but absolute smokeshows for that. And playing some kind of... ****/master game with whoever they thought you were on the phone?

You texted Fuckmeat for an address and within minutes you were pulling to the driveway of a fairly nice suburban house. The front door was ajar, and you could hear a soft giggling and moaning from inside. You walk in, and are confronted with this sight:

Your cock instantly fully hardens in your pants at the sight of the MILFs making out and looking at you. You spend a little while trying to work out what to say, before eventually settling on just repeating the text messages.

"Fuckmeat, are the other women ready for me to use?"

She looks up, raw lust in her eyes - in all their eyes - and they start to strip.

And it's only then it finally starts to dawn on you. This isn't some game or trick. They really, really want to fuck you.