$18.50 or a blowjob

I type the command into the glowing field: "$18.50 or I can give you a blowjob." Enter. The screen throbs with initial hunger, purple veins slithering tentative across her framed image, probing her medium resistance. A single chime hums low, vibrating my phone like a promise.

Tessa's smirk falters mid-sentence, eyes flickering blank as the weave sinks in shallow. Her full lips part, olive cheeks flushing deep crimson. She thrusts the pizza box forward harder, her voice cracking into something sultry and scripted, hips shifting unconsciously to make her juicy ass cheeks flex in those tight shorts. "$18.50," she starts, then pauses, pupils dilating wide. "Or... I can give you a blowjob." The words tumble out husky, laced with sudden need, her tongue flicking her lower lip wetly. No bra nipples perk stiff against the polo shirt, poking like accusations. She rocks on her toes, thighs squeezing together, a faint damp spot blooming at her shorts crotch. Confusion wars in her eyes, but her body betrays her, free hand twitching like it wants to drop the box and unzip me right there in the hallway. "I... shit, what? I mean, your choice," she stammers, voice breathy now, messy bun loosening strands over her flushed face. Pizza grease scent mixes with her spiking arousal, vanilla spray turning slutty.

App dings soft approval.

Weave Successful. Influence: 10% (Low Bond Initiated). Libido Spike Detected. Tessa (Resistance: Medium - 5%). Lewd Repetition Recommended. Next Command? Target Lock: Tessa (Proximity High).

I grin awkwardly, laughing to play it cool. "Um, I guess I'll take the latter." I step back, holding the door wide, my cock already stirring in my sweatpants from the hallway tease.

Tessa's eyes snap back for a moment, not realizing what she said or why she said it. Her normal mind starts to grab hold again as she blinks hard, cheeks burning hotter, free hand clutching the pizza box like a lifeline. "Wait, what the fuck did I just...?" she mutters, voice pitching up in confusion, thick thighs clenching as her dampening shorts crotch itches with unwanted heat. But the weave pulses deeper, purple tendrils from the app snaking unseen into her thoughts, twisting her hesitation into compulsion. Her gaze drops to my sweatpants bulge, stirring visibly now, and she licks her full lips slow, olive skin prickling with goosebumps. "Screw the cash. I... I want to suck it," she whispers, stepping inside uninvited, kicking the door shut behind her with one sneaker. The pizza box thuds to the floor forgotten, grease spots blooming on cardboard. She drops to her knees right there in my entryway, messy bun unraveling further as fingers yanking down my waistband. My half-hard cock springs free, still tacky from Sarah's earlier drain, and Tessa's eyes glaze with woven hunger. "So thick... gonna blow you good," she moans, contradicting her flickering confusion. Hot breath ghosts my shaft before her full lips stretch wide, engulfing the head in sloppy wet suction. Tongue swirls messy around the underside, tasting Sarah's remnants mixed with my fresh musk, her small B-cups heaving under the polo as she bobs tentative but growing eager. Hands grip my thighs, nails digging, ass wiggling in those tight shorts for her own friction. Gagging slurps echo off the walls, saliva dripping chin to tits, nipples diamond-hard tenting fabric. She's fighting it still, brow furrowing mid-throat, but her pussy betrays her with a fresh wet patch darkening the black material.

The app vibrates hot in my other hand, screen pulsing with her image mid-suck.

Weave Reinforced. Influence: 20% (Bond Quickening). Libido: Rising (Oral Fixation Triggered). Tessa (Resistance: Medium - 10%). Delivery Slut Mode Emerging. Next Command? Target Lock: Tessa (Oral Lock). Harem Ledger: Sarah (Idle, Craving).

My fingers tangle in her loosening bun, hips rocking forward into that virgin mouth. Pizza cools forgotten on the floor. She's cracking fast. Power floods my veins again.