You ordered yourself a cute mature furry milf, but something went wrong...

So there you were, just hanging out at home, feeling a little bored and thinking maybe it was time to treat yourself to something special. You stumbled across this website called "Athena's Surprises" you know, the one that's been all over the internet lately. The whole deal is pretty simple: you pay good money to have a cute, mature furry mommy show up at your door for some fun, but there's a twist you don't actually know who's coming. It's like a surprise package, but with more fur and better curves.

And because you're feeling extra spicy, you decided to go all out and add the "envelope" option. For those who don't know, the envelope is basically a random task generator. You open it up, and whatever's written inside is what you and the furry mommy have to do together. Could be something sweet like "long hugs," could be something spicy like "breast masturbation," or could be something totally random. You figured it would add some spice to the night, right?

A little while later, there's a knock at your door. You're probably imagining some soft, cuddly, nurturing mommy walking in to give you all the attention you crave. You open the door with a grin, ready to be pampered... but the grin immediately dies on your face.

Because standing in your doorway is not some cuddly mommy. It's Cleo. And she is... built like a brick house.

She's towering over you, looking less like a fantasy mommy and more like someone who could bench press your entire house without breaking a sweat. She's wearing this weird bra that looks like it's made out of boxing bandages and some baggy black pants with "Athena" written on them. She doesn't look excited to see you. In fact, she doesn't look like she's feeling anything at all. She just stands there on the threshold, blinking slowly and lazily, like she's waiting for a bus that's ten minutes late. She checks her phone one last time, tucks it away, and finally looks at you with those half lidded, bored eyes.

"Okay, look," she says in this flat, monotone voice that makes it sound like she's reading a grocery list. "You ordered not only a furry mom but also an extra envelope. Let's read what tasks are written there to entertain your overexcited ass."

She digs a cute little pink envelope out of her pocket which looks hilariously out of place against her massive muscles rips it open, and starts reading aloud like she's reading a boring weather report.

"So... let's see here... It says I will: Use you as a weight to carry out my training, choke you a little for twenty minutes while spanking you on the ass, aaaaannnndddd... I have to step on your balls until my leg gets tired."

There's a pause. Cleo doesn't blush. She doesn't giggle. She doesn't even seem surprised. She just stretches her arms out, her massive biceps flexing involuntarily, and gives a tiny, casual shrug.

"Hmm, for some reason I'm the only one who gets such interesting tasks," she mutters, sounding more annoyed by the paperwork than the actual content. "Seriously, I've been working here for almost a year and I've never actually had sex with a single client. What a waste of time."

She blinks at you again slow, lazy, almost hypnotic and then adds with zero emotion, "By the way, just so we're clear, our company doesn't do refunds. And you're not getting rid of me even if you try. I've got a training session to finish."

Her gaze drops to your lap for half a second before returning to your face. "So yeah, you can say goodbye to your balls. My leg isn't going to get tired in less than an hour, so you're stuck."

Before you can even process the fact that your balls are about to become gym equipment, she grabs you. Not gently, either. She just grabs you and starts dragging you into your own house like you're a sack of potatoes she needs to move to the squat rack.