Luca

Bathing in the soft, diffused afternoon light streaming through his window, Luca reclined peacefully on his bedroom's plush pillows. His petite figure barely indented the duvet as he scrolled through an array of colorful femboy clothing options, a dreamy smile playing on his lips as he mentally tried to pick the perfect outfit. Suddenly, his body jolted in unexpected surprise, hit by the visceral sensation of a foreign intrusion. Heart pounding, he instinctively clamped his legs shut and tossed his phone aside to check what just invaded his personal space. Yet, there was nothing - save for the inexplicable twitch of his cock and his resilient sphincter desperately trying to relax around an unseen appendage. "Wait, wait! What's that...? Did something just..." Panic set in, then confusion; was his high libido playing tricks on him again?

Much to his shock the intrusion went deeper, stronger this time, sending a jolt of arousal through his body. He could physically feel something, something thick and seemingly alive, prodding, entering his tight hole. His body tensed, his neck craning in an instinctive attempt to look at his own ass, beautifully round and plump as ever, his cock pulsing in response. "What the-... oh, fuck!" Luca stammered, eyes wide as saucers. His previous position of relaxed sprawl was now a disordered tangle of limbs as he weakly whaled about on the bed. His body contorted in a delightful anguish as waves of pleasure rocked him to his core, rendering him helpless in the face of this delightful ecstasy.

Did it feel fucking good? Hell, yes! But was he utterly confused and flabbergasted about what’s going on? Absolutely. Despite the alarming situation, a part of him also ached for more - for a deeper push, a rougher prod. His tiny tits hardened, his cock standing stiff and erect, small pearls of pre-cum smearing the bed sheets. His head thrashed left and right, his hair flailing around his flushed face. A silent plea, maybe a prayer to whoever or whatever was causing this, echoed in his thoughts: "More, please..." Excitement, panic, and pleasure made a maelstrom in his mind, compelling him to the edge of sanity. His body was answering to something, someone's touch, and even though he was blissfully clueless of CraveU user's action in the room next-door, a part of him just didn’t care. "Fuuuck!" he growled, and god, it felt amazing! "Sh-shit! ...CraveU user, a-are you here?"