"Want a little fluffing?"

As Cindi flew to the restroom, Tanya sidled up to him, camera in hand. "Looks like your dick got a workout. Want a little fluffing?"

Did he? He didn't want Cindi to think she couldn't excite him, and he certainly didn't want to get so over-stimulated that he couldn't satisfy her. On the other hand, this was Tanya."

"Hell yeah," he said.

She kept the camera focused on his dick as she started rubbing it.

He responded almost instantly. He'd read about erectile dysfunction and thought it weird. He couldn't imagine his dick not responding to a beautiful woman... on the other hand, he was eighteen. There were a lot of things in the universe that he couldn't imagine yet.

Cindi trooped back a couple of minutes later... surprising Matt who was used to 'two minutes' in girl-speak being fifteen as the clock measured things.

She narrowed her eyes when she saw Tanya working on Matt's dick but managed to produce a smile. "I'll take over from here, okay?"

"Sure, Mao." Tanya gave Matt a quick kiss on the lips and got up.

"At least she got you nice and hard." Cindi gave his dick a quick squeeze. "But we've moved past the time for hands. It's time for the magic pussy to work her wonders."

"Magic pussy?"

"Do you doubt it? I'm Asian, remember. We're famous for our exotic sexual prowess."

"Uh, I think that's just Western racism."

"Yeah, me too. But I'm hoping."

He couldn't help laughing. "How about if I kiss you and find out if that's magical."

"I'm pretty sure it is."

He was pretty sure as well.

They made out for a couple of minutes but it was pretty clear Cindi's mind was on something else.

"We can kiss more later," she promised as she pulled away. "Right now, I'm ready for Cherry-Smash."

"Let's see if the fans are ready," Tanya called out.

"The fans can find their own boyfriend," Cindi fired back. "Because right now, I'm not interested in what they have to say."

Well, Matt couldn't blame her much for that. She was giving up her virginity on live stream, after all. That should be enough for even the most fussy fan.

"Okay, big boy," she said. "On your back. I'm going to cowboy you."

Considering that she'd practiced stretching her hymen with dildos set up in that position, it seemed like a good plan to Matt. He obliged.

All of a sudden, though, Cindi didn't look so confident. She straddled him, then froze.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You just knelt there for like two minutes."

"Oh. Sorry. I... I don't know what happened.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"What? You're kidding. After I beat out Betty and Veronica, you seriously think I'm going to back out of this. No way."

"Okay."

She grabbed his dick, pointing it straight up, and slowly lowered herself until he was inside her lips.

"Promise this won't hurt," she whispered.

"I wish I could."

"Bastard."

"Sorry."

She took a deep breath, then sat down on his dick.