Chapter 1 – Starting With a Whimper
A young man sits alone in a dark room, his face dimly lit by the monitor. While he had a shirt on, his lower half was bare, with his underwear around his ankles and his member fully erect. He had a pair of headphones on his head while his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
The video that had him almost entranced was that of the curvy figure of an animated Suicide Squad Harley Quinn lying on her back on a table, being roughly face fucked. Harley's mascara was smeared while slobber seeped out from her lips, coating the cock and running down her face.
*FAP* *FAP* *FAP*
The only noise in the room was the wet sound of the man's hand rapidly sliding up and down his cock, haphazardly trying to follow the beat of the thrusts in the video.
Her bare tits would bounce forward and back in a mesmerizing manner, jiggling and slapping together occasionally. Harley's throat bulged every time it was thrust into her and then shrunk back to normal when the man pulled out. The man in the video's hand was around her throat, and the young man imagined what it would feel like to face fuck Harley Quinn while choking her out. How her velvety throat would wrap around his member while he absolutely went to town on her mouth pussy.
The thought brought the young man closer to the edge. No longer trying to mimic the video's pace, his hands speed up as he tries to push himself over the top. As he's about to pass the finish line, he hears someone banging on his door.
"Hey! I'm coming inside!"
The young man didn't recognize the voice but wasn't processing that information in this situation. All he could think about was trying to stop whoever was barging in.
"Wha- NO! WAIT!"
The young man quickly got up, but his underwear around his pants fumbled his movement and tripped him.
With cock in hand and boxers around ankles, the young man toppled over and slammed his head right into the corner of his table, and everything went black.