He lets go.

Ashley's impromptu lap dance along with her seductive language pushed Corey to the brink. His body, taut with the effort to hold back the flood of his arousal, seemed suspended in mid-air, straining against the weight of its own tension and lust.

Finally, it was a simple gesture that tilted the balance. It was silly, weird even, and sincere in its sincerity. Ashley brought her face in front of his, moaned the words "My Emperor," and then crossed her eyes and let her wet tongue hang out animalistically. Corey always hated ahegao faces, they were too over the top and unrealistic to be arousing whenever he saw them. However, at that moment something clicked inside his mind. Ashley either was making the face seriously because she had begun to subconsciously associate it with arousal or she simply was debasing herself for his pleasure. Whichever was the truth meant that she was, on some deep level, corrupted by the influence of the same hentai culture that led to him masturbating to his mother's ****.

Simply put, Ashley was fucked up in the head like him.

Corey was pushed over the edge. Erotically, like a clenched fist unclenching and shaking from the excessive effort, his entire form released and contracted, released and contracted, as a fervent and abashed moan broke free from his lips. As the groan left, Ashley halted her attack and both of their gazes met. Like a broken egg squeezed and crushed between them, Corey's cum shot from his erect cock into his underwear. His new girlfriend's sudden halt meant his orgasm was less pleasant than it could have been but the look in her eyes made sure it kept going and going.

Ashley's eyes went wide in surprise and gleeful mischievous pleasure. She had, with the energy of her grinding and words alone, made her boyfriend orgasm.

"Corey! You came in your pants! Oh my goodness!" Ashley exclaimed.

For Corey, it was as if the foundations of his world were collapsing around him. The weight of his anxiety, both as a son struggling with his mother's **** and as a man unable to perform in front of his girlfriend, shattered any pretense of masculine stoicism he may have had, like a tree struck by lightning.

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I couldn't help it, fuck…. I'm so sorry!" he said with a sad tone, his voice trailing off into a pathetic whimper.

Ashley, blushing with passion suddenly changed her tone and mood too. Still sitting on his lap with her legs straddling him, she hugged him tightly.

"Oh, Corey! Don't apologize! I'm not upset at all!" She said.

"But I couldn't even last long enough to get naked, let alone please you," Corey said.

"Woah, wait a second," Ashley said, looking deeply into his eyes again.

"First, I get off on pleasing people, especially those I love," she paused upon realizing she had used such a strong word.

Corey looked at her shyness and her anxiety weakened his own. He reached up softly, cupped her face, and kissed her. Their kiss went on for a beautiful few moments until she broke it to continue her explanation.

"Second, I have like, so many toys and dated a girl for a while, staying hard, cock size, they really don't matter to me at all, and yes, I've had big guys who could last before," she said, biting her lip with a sly grin. "Nothing beats a vibe and a strong arm, trust me."

Corey's eyes were moist, though not a single tear had fallen. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he gazed upon the marvelous young woman who had just professed her love for him.

"I will do whatever it takes to bring you happiness, Ashley," he vowed with the kind of heartfelt sincerity that could only come from vulnerability and maybe after cumming.

"Well, it looks like you're quite chivalric then aren't you?" She giggled.

"I wouldn't say all that!" He protested rising to his feet and just managing to lift her in his arms, cupping her schoolgirl butt through her jeans. Corey could feel the warmth of her body against him, especially her crotch.

"Shall I train you to become my emperor too, my noble knight?" Ashley playfully asked, beaming at Corey.

The question left Corey torn between his desire to serve and his temptation to rule, wondering which path he should take or simply take both. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before responding.

"If it pleases you, my Queen, I would be honored to learn from you and become the best emperor I can be," Corey replied, his eyes sparkling with a mix of determination and eagerness.

The young man softly laid her down on her bed, his young average-sized cock already throbbing again in his cum soaked underwear and pants.

"Then use your tongue to show me how you feel about me," she said.

Corey wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans. He couldn't help but notice the wet spot caused by his own cum soaking through his own pants and her own obvious excitement. Using his fingers he made sure to pull her panties off as well and Ashley raised her butt to make the job easier.

When the amazing smell and sight of her wet pussy hit his senses, his eyes went wide and his mouth watered.

"I love you," he said, lost in the moment.

Ashley simply smiled and lifted her legs to grab the outside of her feet exposing her plump pussy and wet bush even more to him.

Corey couldn't help but look at the blue hair on her head and the beautiful curls between her legs.

"Like?" She asked.

Corey answered with a wet kiss…