The latin pizza guy at the door

Standing at my doorstep was the huge Latin guy, Ricardo, that has always eyed me in a weird way. His physique was quite impressive, and I always feared him for an unknown reason. The man looked me straight in the eyes, and with his strong voice said to me:

“Hey Alex, how are you?”

“I-I am good” I stammered.

“So, you ordered a pizza… And it will be 10 dollars.”

“Oh, yeah, the pizza! How about you come in so I can go bring you the money?”

I walk over to my room to search for my money. I notice that my wallet had fallen under my bed, and kneel on my knees in an attempt to fetch it from underneath my bed. I look back while reaching my wallet and notice the pizza guy eyeing my ass up shamelessly.

I should have been ashamed by what he is doing, but instead, feel a stirring in my pants as I deliberately give him a show that he wouldn’t forget soon. With my ass up, I start thrusting back and forth with vigor. Visibly turned on by the view, my Latino voyeur ogles my ass up like a vulture.