Hit the streets and test your limits.

(Featured image: AI generator - unknown origin)

"Fucking… hell… that was – whew," David wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. He looked over the ruined, modelesque face coughing up gobs of spent jizz and groaning like she was gonna be sick.

"Wish I had my– oh," he dipped into his pocket and was surprised to find his phone there, pretty sure it hadn't been there before. With a tap and a turn he pointed its camera at Val's face and said, "smile!"

She didn't. But the gross photo looked spectacular. He tapped a few more times and set it as his wallpaper, before locking the screen and tucking it away.

"Shit, well – let's catch up again soon, yeah?" He grunted like the out-of-shape scumbag he was as he stood from his place on her chest, and shook a few errant strands of spunk onto her dress. His cock seemed to be wilting back to a nearly-normal size, even as he stole one last, long glance at her glorious, sloppy tits.

"Swing by any time, she ain't goin' nowhere," Val's dad smirked, stepping aside as David teetered toward the door.

"Hah, awesome. Great meeting you, uh, sir." He gave a stupid little salute, and almost clipped the door frame on his way out. It felt like he'd jizzed out part of his soul, and his head felt woozy – but he was on cloud-fucking-eleven, regardless.

He practically danced to the elevator, and slid back out onto the steamy streets below, ready to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting afterlife around him. It was midday, sun high overhead and air thick with music from building windows and passing car radios.

He cupped his package through his sweats, now back to normal but stirring for more action already. A pretty blonde in yoga gear bobbed toward him, walking her little white dog and gabbing into her phone.

"Hey!" He shouted, pointing at her amidst the somewhat-busy sidewalk. She jostled to a stop and her fluffy little shit-machine choked on its leash. "Get your tits out, I wanna suck 'em."

"Hang on, Tracy," she sounded inconvenienced, at most, and used her phone-hand to tug her sports bra up over her perky, pink-nippled chest meat. David was practically salivating as he homed in and latched onto them, pinching and nibbling on each in turn, burbling like an idiot.

The voice from the phone was tinny and distant, "Mel? What's going on?"

"Mmfsssbingrffss," David mumbled with a mouthful of tit-meat.

"What? What the fuck is that?" Tracy's voice sounded confused on the other end of line.

"It's just some homeless guy, he's sucking my tits," Mel peeked around him to watch her dog sniffing at a half-eaten apple. David suckled a minute longer, then released the nipple from his mouth with a wet, slurping pop.

"Heh, fuck yeah." He grinned like a 6-year-old and stepped back, watching her shapely ass while she carried on down the sidewalk. When he turned to head for the university campus by the park, he nearly crashed into a slender Indian girl with fierce, dark eyes.

"Jeez, fuck!" He reeled back, startled. She wasn't hurrying along the sidewalk like everyone else, she was watching him, intently.

"Having fun?" Her voice was smooth, and the edge of her perfect lips curled as she looked him over. She was just over 5 feet, with immaculate black hair that seemed to eat light rather than reflect it. Her rounded, caramel-colored face tapered to a soft point at the chin; which almost seemed to forcibly direct his vision to the heartbreakingly perfect tits trying to escape her clean, white button-up.

David blinked hard, like he was having trouble looking at her. She was TOO perfect. It was unsettling, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling more strongly – aroused, or afraid.

"Uhm, yeah – heh… I am." He did not know what to do with this woman. She didn't seem to be under quite the same spell all the other ones did. He felt his cock growing again, but was almost worried about getting too close to her with it. "Who… who are you?"

"Fatima, you can call me Fati," she smiled – perfect, straight white teeth, of course – and extended her hand. He took it apprehensively, and she shook it firmly.

"Fatty?" He squinted.

"No. You're David, right?" The city seethed around them, but all he could hear was her silky voice. He nodded dumbly.

"Have… we met?"

"You'd remember, I think. Come, let's walk." She turned and gave him a clear look at the way her coal-black pencil skirt hugged the curve of her hips, and just narrowly exposed the slope of her ass when she walked. He practically drifted along behind her.

"Don't you think it's odd?" She glanced back at him, cutting a swath through the crowd of townsfolk.

"What is?"

"That you're here. In heaven, I mean. You weren't exactly a model citizen in life, were you?"

David's thoughts were moving like molasses through his head. "I– I was a good dude, I was chill?"

The look she offered back at him said that he very much was not. "I'm just saying, doesn't it seem like this place is a little too perfect for someone like you? Like, suspiciously so?"

A group of cheerleaders passed by in the other direction, giggling and flouncing their skirts so that he could see their brightly colored panties.

"Uhh, no?" He stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, bumping erection-first into Fati's firm ass. She stopped and let him linger there, breathing in the cinnamon-tingling scent of her hair, feeling his heartbeat get slow and loud.

A white-nailed hand slipped behind her back, and softly cradled his bulging cockmeat through his sweats. She handled it like a ritual totem, caressing and appreciating every throbbing vein between the thick root and the puffy, leaking tip. He shivered like she was milking his prostate.

"Have you stopped to wonder why you're here, David?" She rolled a finger over the slit of his cock, feeling the heavy wetness there. "Whether there might be a reason?"

His eyes were half-lidded, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, his temples, his shaft. "Forb… forblojobs…"

Fati chuckled, and it sounded like blackbirds taking flight. She squeezed the fat sausage pressed between them, barely able to close her fingers around it anymore.

"You're just here to cum, hm?" She stroked up and down, once. A jolt ran through her scrawny captive. "Here to spread your seed? Bust your nut? Dump your load?" Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

David's mouth was frothing. His legs were weak. If Fati wanted to she could have folded him into a pasty little ball and tucked him in her panties forever – though, she wasn't wearing any.

"Very well. You always were one to eat the cake, weren't you?" She ground her hips back against him while stroking his shaft in long, slow, firm motions.

"Hmmnnghhmmmmnn," he garbled, eyelids twitching. All his innards had turned to jelly – it was a miracle he was still standing. He rutted his hips like a blind dog, sloshy nuts smacking against the glorious creases of Fati's perfect ass cheeks.

"Cum for me, puppy, if you're not good for anything else." It felt like her lips were pressed right to his ear. He felt her soft, smoky breath on his face, somehow – and the city melted away.

"I'mghff… oohhnmm–"

A forceful stream of gluey spunk blew out from the waistband of his grungy sweats, soaking his shirt and spraying up Fati's slender back. She gripped his dick like a vise, urging him on, and he erupted again, and again.

His knees shook and he whined like a snared animal, fountaining hot spunk all over himself and the unreal creature in front of him. He thought he might go blind, and felt more of his soul draining out of him, one spurt at a time.

But it felt so, so good. If it was possible to die in heaven, and it happened like this – that was A-okay with him. He felt the sun and the street and the spunk getting far away, and after a moment of blissful dizziness, he blacked out.