Go visit your building, see if that one girl's still there

You cock slap the angel who'd most recently been slurping your dick, and shout, "Pay attention, slut. Take me, um, to that building." You can't remember anything but warmth at this point. Names and places will have to come back to you gradually.

"Of course, David" the beauty says, and launches herself up into the air, holding your waist against her face with her arms and carrying you both away with her powerful wings.

She suctions your member for the very brief flight, and as she flies deftly into the building through the fourth floor window, and sets you lightly on the floor of the landing, you dump a load of cum down her throat, and dismount.

Just by the window, sitting on the floor like she's stranded somehow, is that brunette chick who used to suck your dick back in the day. What was her name?

"Hey, David," she speaks hurriedly, as if expecting to being interrupted by a cock slap or something before finishing her thoughts, "if you're tired, maybe I could go down on you for a bit? You could relax?"

You're still not sure who this bitch is, but she gets up to her knees on the landing in front of you, and polishes your pole with her spit, which she dribbles delicately over the tip, touching you only with her hands but keeping her face as close as possible, as if studying your manhood before welcoming it into her.

You watch, impatiently horny, even after all these years, but also curious-horny, your cock twitching with anticipation. This might be different technique from those angel sluts' well-refined methods. She looks up into your eyes while her tongue flicks daintily out of her mouth, tickling the tip of your dick. She smiles a dirty grin and slides slowly over the head, her lips wrapping tight under the edge of your glans, and pulls up off it like only a girl with a lollipop in a music video would have back in the real world.

*POP*

She goes back down right away, still looking up into your eyes, searching for your pleasure and approval. She wraps herself around your glans once more, the rest of your dick still tingling in the summer breeze, and she *POP*s right off it again, leaving it free to swing side to side like a busted sprinkler head.

This time, when she goes back down again, she doesn't just pop right off, but twirls her tongue around the tip of your dick like it's vanilla soft serve and she doesn't want to drip it on anything. She's sparking every little nerve ending one at a time, bringing you a delightfully satisfying glee.

When she finally stops twirling her tongue, she slips it out underneath your shaft, cradling your dick as she slides the whole thing down to the back of her mouth. The sheath she has made of herself is smooth and bumpy, cool but warm. The sensations are so much more delicate and delightful than the insanely repetitive angel face fucking you've reveled in til now.

"Did you know I lived here?" you ask her.

"Mmmmmmmhhhmmmmmm," she keeps sucking you off while she answers.

"so you just sat here for like, trillions of years?"

"mmmhhmmm"

"waiting for me, while I just got my rocks off in the street?"

"mmm, mmmhmm"

It's kinda hot actually, maybe dedication like that is not actually replaceable. None of the angels you launched around the landscape ever sat and waited millennia for you to return. Your dick lurches at the thought of this mostly naked little cocksucker just sitting here for eternity waiting for your dick. You jerk a hot load into her stomach and ask, "What's your name again?"

"Kristi," she says with a smile. "What are we doing here?"

Your apartment is on your right, unit 4B, or at least you expect it to be there. You could check it out, invite Kristi in, but wasn't there another place to visit? It slowly comes back to you through the foggier than usual fog in your always foggy brain, probably safe in there because its a blowjob-related memory. You recall you were planning to find your neighbour Beth, down below you in 3B, and fuck her angry little goth face in front of her whiny boyfriend.