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001#
January 21, 2020. New York City, United States.
When Andy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the voluptuous figure of a woman lying on top of him, her huge dense breasts crushed against his rock-hard abs. The heavy melons spilled out to the sides, flattened and deformed by their own weight. She slept with a satisfied smile, lips slightly parted, thick fleshy thighs intertwined with his, her pussy still wet and sticky brushing against his thigh.
Andy smirked smugly, his huge, semi-hard cock throbbing under the sheet as the memories of the night flooded back. He had fucked her like an animal, pounding her until her fat hips quivered and her tits bounced wildly. He had cum inside her three times, filling her womb until the semen dripped down her meaty thighs.
"Heh… that makes five sluts this week, and it's only Tuesday," he thought with a malicious, dominant grin, his cock hardening again just from the memory. A dark chuckle echoed in his mind as he carelessly caressed one of the sleeping woman's lewd fat tits, pinching the hardened nipple until she moaned unconsciously in her sleep.
"Mmmh… ahhn…"
Andrew Jonathan Collins, known as Andy Collins, was a 26-year-old stud working at a prestigious Wall Street investment firm. To anyone else it might seem stressful, but to him it was fucking paradise. His real job at the office was making women cum until they lost their minds, and he felt damn proud and lucky to have that position.
In the three years he has been working, had fucked every woman in the firm: secretaries with round tight asses, analysts with big tits spilling out of their blouses, uptight executives who ended up begging for his cock while screaming with their legs spread wide on his desk.
It earned him the nicknames "The Wolf" and "Patrick Bateman 2.0" among his colleagues, and he wore them like medals.
This was his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
The thrill of the chase, the slow seduction until he broke their resistance, and the final conquest—when the woman turned into a dumb moaning bitch trembling under his cock—was what got him rock-hard every morning.
And today, like every day, he was already thinking about the next bitch.
The hangover clouded Andy's mind, barely recalling the girl sprawled across him, her thick, meaty thighs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated lightning-fast. He seduced her effortlessly, as always, and they ended up in a nearby hotel room, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding urgently as they devoured each other.
In the heat of his primal lust, she let slip that she was the CEO's daughter. Andy paused for a split second, wondering if it was wise to fuck the boss's daughter. But he dismissed the thought instantly; he was too lost in the raw heat of the moment, too absorbed in pounding into her over and over.
"That turns me on even more than the fact that the man who signs my paycheck is the same one whose daughter I'm pounding full of cum."
That thought made the conquest all the more satisfying. The risks only amplified the thrill.
But, whether it was the 12-year-old Macallan or his own indifference, his memory was hazy. All he could recall was that her name began with 'M'. What had remained vividly etched in his mind, however, were the heated details of their encounter the night before.
"Mmm… Andy," a soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and immediately found Andy's, locking onto him. A warm, sleepy smile spread across her face as she looked at him with adoration.
"Good morning, my love..." she whispered tenderly.
A chill ran down Andy's spine the moment he heard the word "love."
With quick, deliberate movements, he untangled himself from her clingy arms and slipped out of the bed. He dressed in silence, pulling on the same clothes from the night before. The fabric still smelled of sex and her perfume.
"As much as I'd like to stay, I'm afraid I have to go," he said, rushing his goodbye as he headed straight for the door, clearly eager to escape the hotel room.
He reached the door in just a few strides, his hand already gripping the knob.
"Wait," the woman called out, quickly grabbing his arm just as Andy started to open the door. Still completely naked, with nothing covering her curvaceous body, she pleaded, "Can we at least have breakfast together?" Her face was full of anxiety and desperate hope.
Andy couldn't stand the thought of spending even one more minute with her, but he needed a clean exit. After all, she was the boss's daughter. So he did what he always did best: put on the charming gentleman mask.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he replied with a warm, reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with tender care. "I don't want to get scolded for being late. But let me tell you — being with you is like seeing the world through new eyes. I hope we can see each other again soon. I like you."
Her cheeks flushed deep red at his empty words. Completely captivated by his charm, she smiled softly.
"Alright… goodbye, my love…"
They shared a tender, lingering kiss before he finally pulled away.
Andy stepped out of the hotel and the charming gentleman facade dropped instantly. A diabolical smile spread across his face as he sank deep into his thoughts.
"It was good fucking her, even if she's way too clingy. That creeped me feel out, honestly," he thought with a smirk. "Not my best night, but not a disaster either. At least those massive tits of hers made my cock throb with every thrust. I wonder who the hell she got those huge melons from."
After a ten-minute walk through the bustling streets, Andy arrived at Smith Capital Investments, ready for another day at the office. He settled into his desk on the 15th floor, his mind still wandering.
"Mr. Collins," a cold female voice said as she approached him.
She was Ashley, a mature woman of thirty-two, Vice President Smith's personal secretary and one of the most feared people in the entire office. Nobody dared to be late for a meeting with the VP, because that meant walking past her desk and enduring her cold blue stare, her flicker of disapproval and that dry, uptight-prude tone she used to correct everyone.
She always dressed with a neatness that bordered on ridiculous: long-sleeved shirt buttoned to the collar, pencil skirt. But underneath that office-nun façade there was pure walking sensuality, because the clothes did nothing to hide it.
The blue shirt was so tight on her that her enormous breasts strained it to the limit, and through the fabric her hard nipples and wide areolas showed shamelessly, looking ready to pop the buttons. The short navy pencil skirt clung to wide, fleshy hips and a huge, voluptuous ass that ate up all the fabric, barely covering anything.
Below that, her thick thighs —heavy and firm— rubbed together with every step, sheathed in sheer black stockings pulled taut over the flesh, and stiletto heels clicked against the floor and turned heads around her. She wore her long black hair loose over her shoulders and a blue hairpin clipped to one side, the only ornament allowed in an outfit that kept screaming the opposite of what its owner preached.
"Mrs. Smith requires your immediate presence in her office," Ashley said with a serious, professional expression.
"Right now?" Andy asked.
"Yes, right now," Ashley replied in her usual cold, expressionless tone.
"Alright," Andy answered calmly.
"Please follow me," she said, turning her back to him. Every step forward made her enormous wobbling ass strain violently against the tight pencil skirt. The fabric was so stretched over her massive meaty cheeks that it looked like it could rip apart at any second. Her fat hips swayed hypnotically, the heavy globes flexing and jiggling with each click of her heels.
Most people would've felt their guts twist with stress the second they got summoned to the vice president's office, but Andy stayed completely calm. He already knew exactly what this was about. She probably just wanted another "private meeting."
"Heh… this horny bitch can't even wait," he thought with a low chuckle. Mrs. Smith was one of his regular fuck toys. Whenever her rich husband left her dripping and frustrated, she always dragged him into her office or the bathroom for a rough, quick fuck.
Just thinking about sliding back into that tight, soaked MILF pussy made Andy's thick cock twitch and start hardening inside his pants.
As Ashley led him down the empty hallway, with just the two of them there, Andy's eyes remained glued to the hypnotic sway of her fat ass under that ridiculously tight skirt. Each step made her meaty cheeks bounce and ripple visibly. A wicked grin spread across his face as he raised his voice:
"Ashley, how about we take a quick stop and have one of our 'special conversations' in the women's restroom?"
"....."
Ashley stopped halfway down the hallway and looked furiously back at Andy. Her usual cold expression finally cracked, causing a deep flush in her cheeks and her gaze to become nervous.
"I'm never having sex with you again. You never listen," she replied, her voice thick with anger and frustration.
Andy's lips curled into a mischievous, predatory smile. In three quick strides he closed the distance, wrapping his strong left arm around her slim waist and yanking her flush against his firm chest. His right hand immediately dropped to her massive plump ass, greedily grabbing a handful of soft, fleshy meat through the tight skirt and squeezing hard.
Ashley froze, her black eyes widening in disbelief. But her body betrayed her instantly — her thick thighs clenched together and a soft, stifled whimper escaped her lips: "Mmmh… nnh…"
Without breaking eye contact, Andy slid his hand lower, slipping two fingers under the hem of her tight pencil skirt. He pressed them firmly against her panties, right over her pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the already damp fabric. Ashley's breath hitched sharply, her hips twitching forward despite herself. Her cunt soaked through the thin material almost instantly, coating his fingers with warm, slick juices as he teased her swollen folds.
"Hnn… ahh…" a tiny, needy moan slipped out of her.
Andy pulled his fingers free, now glistening with her arousal, and held them up between their faces. Clear, sticky strings of her pussy juice stretched and dripped slowly. With his other hand, he yanked open his fly and pulled out his fully erect cock — long, thick, veiny, with that perfect upward curve, the swollen head already leaking precum.
"Do you really not want this?" he asked mockingly, grabbing Ashley's hand and pressing it against his hot, throbbing cock so she could feel how hard it was. "Look at it, Ashley. It's rock hard because of you. Just like always."
Ashley looked down. Andy's cock was imposing: thick at the base, perfectly shaped, and with that dangerous curve she knew would hit her most sensitive spot mercilessly. She felt her pussy clench hard, a fresh gush of wetness flooding her blue lace panties.
"Andy… please…" she whispered, but her voice had already become weak and pathetic as she unconsciously stroked his cock lightly.
***
Five minutes later, in the women's bathroom, from the last stall at the back came muffled, wet moans.
"Ahhnn… Uff… ahhnn…"
Ashley was on all fours on top of the toilet, completely surrendered. Her tube skirt was hiked up to her waist, exposing her enormous gelatinous ass—round, heavy and soft—that jiggled and bounced with every thrust. The black stockings were still on, but Andy had torn the crotch open, leaving her pussy fully exposed. The stretched hole glistened, juices dripping down her thick thighs in sticky strands.
Andy's huge, veiny cock slammed in and out of her soaked, stretched cunt.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch!
Each hard thrust made Ashley's massive ass cheeks ripple like jelly. Andy raised his hand and delivered a sharp, dry spank across one of those immense buttocks.
Slap!
Her ass bounced hard from the impact and Ashley let out a loud, high cry of pure pleasure—AHHNN!!
Andy mocked her in a low, cruel voice while he kept thrusting into her.
"What was it you said earlier, Miss 'I'll never have sex with you again'?"
He yanked her blouse open in one hard pull. The buttons flew off and her enormous, heavy tits spilled out, bouncing hard with every thrust. He tore her bra clean off and her big, firm breasts dropped free, pink hard nipples pointing downward.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch!
Andy grabbed one massive tit and squeezed it roughly while he fucked her stretched, dripping pussy.
"Look at yourself now," he said, burying his thick cock all the way inside her. "On all fours like a cheap whore in the office bathroom. You can play ice queen in front of everyone… but deep down you're dirtier than a mechanic's hands."
"Ahh… ahhn…!" Ashley moaned, her huge gelatinous ass wobbling and rippling with every hard slap of his hips. Her juices kept running down her thick thighs as Andy's big veiny cock slammed in and out of her soaked hole without mercy.
Andy didn't slow down. He kept thrusting hard into her, his thick, veiny cock burying itself deep in her soaked pussy.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch!
He grabbed her hips with both hands and yanked her back onto him, driving even deeper. Ashley's enormous, gelatinous ass bounced and rippled against his pelvis with every thrust. Her heavy tits hung down and swung forward and back, hard dark nipples cutting through the air.
"Say it," Andy ordered, landing another sharp spank on her ass. "Say it out loud. That you weren't going to open your legs for me again."
Slap!
Ashley clenched her teeth and shook her head, but her pussy clenched tight around his cock.
I won't say it… I won't give him the satisfaction… fuck, he's so thick…
"N-no…" she gasped. "I said I wouldn't… I wouldn't again…"
Andy let out a low, cruel laugh and grabbed one of her heavy tits from underneath, squeezing it hard while he fucked her faster.
Plap-plap-plap! Squelch! Squelch!
"And look at you now. Pussy dripping, ass up, letting me use you like a cheap toy in the office bathroom. You're a lying whore, Ashley."
She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud. Her mind was spinning.
I hate the way he talks to me… I hate that he's right… but it feels so good… my pussy won't stop squeezing him…
Andy released her tit and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so her back arched harder. The new angle made his cock drag over her most sensitive spot with every thrust.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahh…!"
"That's it," he mocked. "Not denying it so much anymore, huh? Your cunt is sucking me in all on its own. You love being treated like this."
"I-it's not… true…" she tried to protest, but her voice came out broken and wet.
Lie. I love it. I love him fucking me this hard and talking to me like I'm trash… I'm such a whore for this…
Andy sped up. His thrusts turned short and brutal. The wet sound of her pussy filled the stall. Her juices ran down her thick thighs and dripped onto the toilet seat.
Plap-plap-plap-plap! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
He spanked the other cheek hard. The massive ass cheek jiggled like jelly.
Slap!
"You're going to cum on my cock," he growled against her ear. "And when you do, I want you to admit it. Say you're my whore."
Ashley shook her head again, but her hips were already pushing back to meet every thrust. The pleasure was climbing fast, hot and unstoppable.
No… I'm not going to… fuck, I'm going to cum… it feels too good…
"No… I'm not… your… ahh…!"
Andy shoved two fingers into her mouth to shut her up and kept pounding her without mercy, using her hair and one hip to hold her exactly where he wanted.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch! Plap!
The stall filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and Ashley's muffled, wet moans as her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around the thick cock that was wrecking her.
Andy pulled his fingers from Ashley's mouth, completely soaked in saliva, and without stopping his thrusts he brought them down to her ass.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
He pressed the two fingers against her tight hole and pushed them all the way in with one firm motion.
AHHGH!
Ashley's eyes flew open and she let out a choked scream. The double stimulation tore through her completely—the thick cock wrecking her pussy and the fingers stretching her ass at the same time.
N-no… that's too much… I can't…
"That's it," Andy growled, working his fingers inside her ass while he fucked her harder. "Feel it. Both holes full."
Plap-plap-plap! Squelch! Squelch!
Ashley tried to close her legs on instinct, but he kept them open with his hips. Her huge gelatinous ass jiggled uncontrollably. Her heavy tits hung down and swung hard with every thrust.
"Take… take your fingers out…" she begged in a broken voice, even as her hips kept pushing back against him.
Liar… I don't want him to take them out… it feels so dirty and so good… I'm going to…
Andy curled his fingers inside her ass and sped up his thrusts, hitting her most sensitive spot over and over.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Slosh!
"You're not going to last," he mocked. "You're getting tighter. You're going to cum like the slut you are."
Ashley shook her head one last time, but the orgasm was already rising through her body, impossible to hold back. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock and her ass squeezed his fingers.
"N-no… I can't… ahh…!"
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
A powerful, hot stream burst from her pussy, soaking her thighs and splattering the toilet and the floor of the stall. Ashley arched hard, shaking violently as the massive squirt kept pulsing out around the cock that was still fucking her.
Plap! Squelch! Squirt!
Andy didn't stop. He kept thrusting and moving his fingers inside her ass while she came uncontrollably, her whole body jerking on top of the toilet.
"Look at you gushing…" he said in a cruel voice. "And you were still going to say you didn't like it."
Andy didn't pull his fingers out of her ass. He kept fucking her hard while Ashley's orgasm still made her body tremble.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Squelch!
"O-out… pull it out… don't cum inside…" she begged in a broken voice, trying to crawl forward.
No… he can't… if he cums inside…
Andy gripped her hips tightly and yanked her back, burying his cock all the way to the hilt.
"No fucking way," he growled against her ear. "You're taking every drop."
Plap-plap-plap! Squelch!
He sped up for the final thrusts—short, brutal, relentless—until his body tensed.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
He came deep inside her pussy, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum. Ashley felt every pulse of semen hitting her womb while he held her locked against his hips, not letting a single drop escape.
"N-no… inside… ahh…! Ahhnn…!"
Andy kept pushing until his balls were completely empty. Only then did he pull his cock out with a wet sound and remove his fingers from her ass.
Ashley couldn't hold herself up. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the cubicle floor, kneeling with her ass still raised and her chest heaving. A thick white strand of cum started leaking from her stretched pussy, sliding down her swollen lips and dripping onto the floor.
Drip… drip… drip…
She stayed there trembling, heavy tits hanging down, Andy's cum slowly seeping out of her while she gasped for air.
"Hah… hah… ahh… hnn…"
At that moment the door to the women's bathroom opened. A blonde with long curly hair that fell in waves down to the middle of her back walked in. She had clear blue eyes and an extremely voluptuous body. She was wearing a tight white blouse that barely contained a pair of enormous, heavy, round breasts, with a deep cleavage that showed the top of a lace bra. Her waist was absurdly narrow before flaring out into wide hips and a big, firmly rounded ass that strained against her office skirt. She was 22 years old and her name was Brittney Hatchett, the intern.
She was looking for an empty stall to smoke in secret; the cigarette was already between her lips. Smoking was strictly forbidden in the entire building. She reached the last stall, opened it… and her blood ran cold.
Ashley, her mentor, was on her knees on the floor, completely naked from the waist down, her huge tits exposed and a thick white strand of cum sliding out of her swollen pussy and dripping onto the tile.
Drip… drip…
Next to her, Andy stood with his cock still hard, shiny and covered in his own cum mixed with Ashley's juices.
The cigarette fell from Brittney's mouth and rolled across the floor.
Andy didn't even flinch. He looked at her with complete calm and spoke as if he were simply asking for a coffee.
"Get on your knees, cock-sucker, i want my dick clean before I go fuck Vice President Smith."
Brittney blinked, her face red with shame and shock, but her body was already obeying. She knew that voice. Andy had fucked her only two weeks ago in the storage room on the 12th floor and had made it very clear who was in charge. Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of him, raised her hands and took hold of the thick, slippery cock.
She opened her mouth and took it inside, starting to suck diligently, cleaning the cum with her tongue and lips.
Slurp… slurp-slurp… mmmh…
Andy let out a satisfied sigh and pulled his phone from his pocket with one hand while the other rested on Brittney's curly head, guiding her a little deeper.
Slurp… urk… slurp…
He unlocked the screen and casually reviewed his sexual schedule for the day:
"Mrs. Hatchett… 8 p.m. Rita, the Indian bimbo… at 11."
He smiled while Brittney kept sucking his cock with loud wet sounds, swallowing the remaining cum and leaving the shaft clean and shiny. Ashley, still on her knees to the side, could only watch in silence as her own intern cleaned the cock that had just filled her pussy.
Andy put the phone away, stroked Brittney's hair and spoke in a low voice.
"Swallow everything. I don't want a single drop on the suit when I walk out of here."
Brittney nodded with her mouth full and kept sucking harder, her blue eyes looking up at him while she did exactly as she was told.
***
Andy stepped out of the women's restroom with a smug, satisfied grin on his face. His cock was still half-hard as he casually tucked it back into his pants and zipped up, before strutting down the hallway as if he owned the entire building.
He walked with complete confidence down the hallway, as if nothing had happened. Everyone who passed by—men and women circulating in both directions—knew exactly what he had been doing in the women's restroom. Nobody dared say a word. They simply intuited it, treating him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity, yet no one flinched at the sight.
The women stared openly with raw lust in their eyes, biting their lips. Several clenched their thighs together, clearly getting wet as they imagined themselves bent over in that room, moaning like bitches in heat. Their hungry eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his pants.
The men burned with bitter envy and humiliation. Their jaws clenched tightly and their fists trembled at their sides as they stared at the thick, prominent bulge. Many felt their own pathetic cocks shrink in their pants, knowing they could never compare.
"Fucking lucky bastard…" one of them muttered under his breath, glaring with pure hatred as Andy walked past with that arrogant, dominant smirk on his face.
Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, ready for another session of hot adulterous sex, Andy opened the door without knocking.
There she stood, an unparalleled beauty facing the large window, talking on the phone. Andy waited patiently, his eyes devouring her from behind.
Amanda Smith, Vice President of Smith Capital Investments, was the definition of a walking wet dream. Her platinum-blonde hair fell in luxurious waves down her back. The tight red dress desperately clung to her voluptuous body, but what truly dominated the entire room were her monstrous, gigantic, obscenely huge breasts — colossal, dense, heavy melons that threatened to rip through the fabric with every breath. Her stiff nipples poked obscenely against the dress like two diamonds. Those titanic tits swayed and jiggled heavily with even the slightest movement.
Her massive, round ass looked even bigger in that dress, the short red skirt barely able to contain the fat, meaty cheeks that jiggled with raw weight.
"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending the call with a deep, tired sigh. "Haaah…"
Suddenly, Andy moved. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and greedily grabbed her huge dense breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh possessively.
Amanda shivered, a low moan escaping her lips: "Mmmh…"
"Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear, his hot breath brushing her neck while his thumbs teased her hardened nipples.
Amanda was caught off guard, but only for a second. With a sharp movement, she broke free from his grip and spun around. Her hazel eyes burned with a mix of fury and desire as she raised her hand and delivered a hard, powerful slap across his face.
¡PAHH!
The loud crack echoed through the luxurious office, leaving a bright red mark on Andy's cheek.
Andy's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"What's going on?! You slept with my daughter Mia last night, even after I explicitly warned you not to!" Amanda exploded, her massive chest heaving with rage.
"Mia?... Oh… Yeah, yeah… So that's her name," Andy said casually, finally remembering the girl he had fucked and ditched that morning. "I should have guessed."
"I'm tired of you, Andy," Amanda said, her voice trembling with anger and anxiety. "Do you think you can fuck any woman you want without consequences?"
"You know exactly how I am, Mandy," Andy replied with a mocking smirk. "But I don't get why you're so mad. You and I have been fucking for years behind your husband's back. You're married and still spread your legs for me every chance you get."
"That's exactly why I called you here," Amanda replied, her voice breaking. Tears began falling down her cheeks as her shoulders shook.
"What are you trying to say, Mandy?" Andy asked, narrowing his eyes.
Amanda looked at the floor, crying softly. "I'm pregnant with your child, Andy..."
Andy froze for a brief second before responding with cold indifference: "Are you going to get an abortion?"
"It's too late for that," she replied. "My husband found out about the pregnancy… and he thinks it's his. He's thrilled about becoming a father of a boy."
Andy stayed silent as Amanda continued with guilt and shame in her voice: "I tricked him… I told him we had sex one night when he came home drunk. He believed me."
"So what's the problem then?" Andy asked, completely unfazed.
"What's the problem?!" Amanda cried, staring at him in disbelief. "I haven't had sex with my husband in over a year! There's no way it's his. I don't want to lie to him about this baby!"
Andy let out a cold laugh. "After years of cheating on him with me, now you're worried about lying? Don't be a hypocrite, Mandy."
Tears streaming down her face, Amanda looked at him desperately. "What are we going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"
"Our baby?" Andy scoffed. "I don't give a fuck. Just tell him it's his and keep living your rich life. I'm taking a break."
He turned around and walked toward the door.
"Please, wait…!" Amanda begged, her voice cracking. She quickly reached out and grabbed Andy's arm tightly, desperation clear in her grip.
Andy stopped and turned around with clear annoyance on his face. For a brief second, he saw it — the exact same expression Mia (her daughter) had given him this morning in the hotel when she begged him to stay for breakfast. The same needy eyes, the same clingy tone, the same pathetic dependency.
A wave of disgust and irritation washed over him. He hated this type of woman the most — the ones who got attached and started demanding things after he fucked them.
He roughly yanked his arm free from her grasp.
Andy ignored her completely and walked out of the office without saying another word.
As he walked out of the building, he muttered to himself: "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had breakfast yet. I should grab a black coffee at Starbucks."
As he crossed the street, his phone rang. The screen showed "Mom." He was about to hang up when a deafening roar filled the air.
CRASH!!!
A Japanese delivery truck called Truck-kun slammed into him with brutal force, launching his body several meters through the air. The sickening sound of metal crushing flesh echoed across the street.
"Oh my God!!!"
"An ambulance!!! Call an ambulance!!!"
People around him erupted into chaos — some screaming, others already recording the bloody scene with their phones. In an instant, Andy Collins' life ended in a pathetic, bloody mess on the asphalt.
Perhaps as just punishment for his sins.
It was karma.