Fat-lipped cherub slaves are a dime a dozen! Ditch Kristi and stay right where you are

Nevarth can't get any perfecter than this, you keep thinking as you thrust repeatedly into Kristi's tired face. It's everything you've ever wanted, and really, that shouldn't surprise you. She told you it would be like this. It's the afterlife, so you can do whatever you want. Even the angels' hot bods are tailored just to your desires. You feel the big, round titties pressing into your back while you look down at the mostly average little cocksleeve you've got in front of you. Just yesterday back in the real world, you might have jizzed your pants on the spot if a girl as cute as Kristi even looked you in the eyes to bless your sneezes or to say 'hey what are you staring at?' but in this world, she's replaceable.

Though you did nothing other than simply desire it, two more angels glide serenely down in front of you, their massive jugs coming to rest whole seconds after the rest of their bodies. White sashes flutter around their private parts taunting your animal brain, so you let go of Kristi's head for a second to yank away the strips of fabric. The angel women giggle gently as they hover in front of you, their big bumpy nipples and smoothly sculpted pelvises now exposed.

You wrap the end of one of the sashes around Kristi's neck, tying it tight with the only knot you know how to tie, making something in between a choker and a leash. She just keeps gulping as you ram her throat. You tie the other sash around her eyes like a blindfold.

Your hands no longer holding her down, Kristi pulls herself off your cock to tell you the blindfold is secure, she can't see a thing. She grins devilishly and says, "It's pretty hot."

The angels are grinning in a holy kind of way, but you and Kristi are more devilish.

"You know what else is pretty hot?" you set her up for the compliment as you move your hand to the back of her head.

She answers "Tell me, what else is hot, David?" as the two of you work together to guide her mouth back to your manhood.

She holds any gagging at bay masterfully while you slam your dick as far as you can into her gullet and you answer, "These angel babes. They're sexy as hell."

She shudders at the mockery, humiliated and deflated, sucking your cock, and the angel hovering next to her blows you a kiss. This unbridled power is driving you crazy and your cocks spasms up into Kristi's soft palate, the plushest cushioning this side of her belly button. You slam her blindfolded face one more time into your pelvis and then you just let yourself go completely. She's still standing up straight with her feet on the cobblestones, so when the column of cum shoots forth from your member, rather than blasting her off to the clouds like the cherub girl, it sends her tumbling end over awkward end towards the nearby skyline, like the losing team's botched attempt at a last minute field goal.

Three angels rush to catch your slumping body as your jizz jet dies down and you go limp in their waiting arms. Kristi, flailing wildly and yelping for help as she tumbles through the air, shatters the window of a nearby building and disappears inside, never to be seen again?

The angels lift you to your feet, and hover patiently in front of you, tits bouncing to the rhythm of their own low-grav reality. The one behind you steps in front, her Nevarthly features mesmerizing you as you try to decide if you have ever seen anything so majestic. The one on her right is hot too. Actually they're all hot, so you just pick the closest one to suck you off first, and she gets on her knees right away.

SsSsSSsRRRRRRRRRRRp SsSsSSsRRRRRRRRRRRp *SIGH* SsSsSSsRRRRRRRRRRRp SsSsSSsRRRRRRRRRRRp *SIGH*

This angel bitch sucks dick so regular it's like the massage chair version of a blowjob. You don't want to interrupt her just to tell to do a better job, so you slap the girl next to her across the face instead and shout, "Tell this bitch to suck... better! Now!"

"Of course, David." The two not sucking your dick fawn all over you, caressing your body and running fingers through your hair, and the one on your dick chokes up on it a little, her lips bumping up against your pubis, but it's still a bit dull, so you grab hold of her head with both hands, and fuck hard. You can feel your member growing, pressing against the walls of her gullet and finding no more space, until you blast her full of jizz too, a real massive stream.

This particular angel was kneeling while she sucked you off, so rather than blasting her off into the sky, you pummel her bare body downward against the cobblestones, where she ragdolls and bounces off randomly into the distance, also never to be seen again.

The next angel whore wastes no time and takes the last one's place, on her knees, with a smile. You imagine a new second and third angel landing in front of you, huge swinging titties, big dick-sucking lips smacking, and they appear, waiting their turns, before your addled brain can even finish the imagining. You think to yourself, yeah, this is it. I'm never leaving.

Another minute of face reaming and you blast another buxom beauty out over the ocean. Hours later, you send the forty-eighth busty bimbo to milk your cumstick off into what has become a lovely sunset, and a new busty babe glides down in her place.

You're a basic son of a bitch, David, but there are worse ways to spend eternity. From your hastily adopted viewpoint here on Cobblestone Road, the angels and the BJs are infinite, and everything else is static, but far off in the distance, some time after the fourth, eighth, sixteenth, and thirty-second paradoxical-contradicktions to occur in the realm of Nevarth, some trees and other distant objects blur out of existence and the birdsong in the trees by the dunes cuts its repeat loop to just three seconds instead of twenty-four. Somewhere in a building on the other side of the city, some bitch forgets her lip gloss.

All you hear is the thwacking and slobbering of cock gobbling for years and years, the realm of Nevarth glitching slowly into impossibility, until one day, a butterfly beats its wings over a lake nearby out of phase with its own ripples, and you slip your cock out of the angels mouth in front of you, letting your jizz drip forgotten on the street, thinking What ever happened to those chicks I knew who had names?