I'm Too Tired To Fight. Time For Psychological Warfare.

You can barely stand and your crotch is on fire. You're not sure which will happen first, your pussy burns your dick off, or your dick just bursts of it's own accord. The point is, Heather isn't nearly as far gone as you are. You've gotta level the playing field. But you can't rely on the gas, you're too tired to **** her into it. So you'll just have to rely on less modern techniques.

You're eyelids droop, your hips sway, you bit you lower lip and let it quiver just a bit.

"I'm so hot..." you moan as you squeeze your thighs together, hands roaming your body.

Heather seems intrigued. She licks her lips and takes a cautious step forward.You pant and reach out for her.

"Take me!" you plead.

She bites her lips and appears conflicted. Going for broke, you lunge forward and kiss her, wrapping your arms behind her head. She's taken aback at first but then moans and kisses you back twice as hard. You nearly crush each other in your embrace, hands scanning every inch of the other's body.

You start biting at her neck and she growls in delight. You bite at her breasts and she groans and pulls at your hair. You lick down her stomach and she shivers and giggles. And when you take her cock into your mouth she moans and places her hands into your head.

"Holy shit..." she sighs into the ceiling.

Your fingers start jackhammering into her cunt and she goes up onto her toes.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth!"

With glee and a bit of difficulty you swallow it all. Then greedily start to milk her for more. She cums again and falls flat on her back. So you mount her, your cock plunging into her depths. Her face barely registers it but her moans and grin show she enjoys it. You're almost giddy as you slam into her again and again, speeding up and moaning wildly as your orgasm approaches. You go so fast that you slip out at the end but you don't care. Your cum rockets outward and covers your lover who basks in it and in the afterglow of her final orgasm.

You let out happy pants into the sky...er, ceiling. Ceiling with cameras? And lights? And what's all this pink smoke all over the...? Holy shit. You, uh, kinda forgot what was going on there for a second. Looking down at Heather you think she did to. But none of that matters now because...