Let David rush you back to the flat to satisfy your daily orgasm requirement

11:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Putney Streets

David's hand grips yours tightly as he pulls you along the sunny Putney sidewalk. His pace is brisk, urgent, his breath coming in short bursts as you struggle to keep up in your strappy heels.

"David," you giggle, stumbling slightly, "like, slow down a little! These aren't running shoes, you know."

He turns to look at you, his eyes dark with hunger. "Sorry," he mutters, not sounding sorry at all. "That picture... fuck, Mia. I can't wait to get you home."

The walk to your shared flat usually takes fifteen minutes, but David manages it in eight, practically dragging you the final stretch. Your body tingles with anticipation, the butt plug shifting inside you with each hurried step, sending delicious sparks of pleasure up your spine. Your bimbo brain focuses entirely on the promise of what's to come, thoughts of your daily orgasm requirement mingling with genuine desire.

David fumbles with the keys at the front door, cursing under his breath when he drops them. You press yourself against his back, letting your enhanced breasts push into him as you reach around to stroke the obvious bulge in his jeans.

"Someone's excited," you purr, your valley-girl accent making the words sound especially sultry.

He finally gets the door open and you've barely stepped inside before he's on you, pushing you against the wall of the entryway. His mouth crushes against yours, tongue demanding entry between your glossy lips. You moan into the kiss, wrapping one leg around his waist as his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass and pulling you harder against him.

"Bedroom," you gasp when he finally breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

"Too far," he growls, lifting you suddenly. You squeal in delight as he carries you to the living room sofa, depositing you onto the cushions with a bounce that makes your D-cups jiggle enticingly. The heart charms on your nipple piercings tinkle softly beneath your crop top.

David stands over you, his chest heaving as he yanks his shirt over his head. You bite your lip at the sight of his toned torso, running your fingers over the defined muscles.

"Your shirt next," he commands, eyes fixed on your heaving chest.

You comply with a teasing slowness, crossing your arms to grip the hem of your red crop top and drawing it up inch by inch. David's breath catches as your breasts spill free, the silver heart piercings catching the light.

"Jesus," he whispers, dropping to his knees between your legs. His hands cup your breasts reverently, thumbs brushing over the pierced nipples. "So fucking perfect."

His mouth replaces his fingers, tongue flicking against the metal heart, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch your back, pushing more of your breast into his mouth. The butt plug shifts inside you again, and you moan louder than you meant to.

"Mmm, someone's eager," David murmurs against your skin. His hands slide down to grip the waistband of your white mini skirt. "Let's get this off you."

You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the skirt down your legs. Your lacy white thong is already soaked through, a fact David notices immediately.

"Look how wet you are already," he says, tracing a finger along the damp fabric. "Is this all for me?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, spreading your legs wider in invitation. "Please, David. Don't make me wait anymore."

He hooks his fingers into your thong and pulls it aside rather than removing it. You hear his zipper lower, and then he's positioning himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick heat.

"Wait," you pant, remembering something important through your lust-fog. "Condom?"

David hesitates, then shakes his head. "I'm clean, I swear. And I want to feel you, all of you. Don't you?"

Your bimbo brain sees no reason to object—in fact, the idea of him finishing inside you sends a thrill through your body. "Yes," you breathe. "I want you, like, right now."

He pushes forward in one smooth thrust, filling you completely. You cry out, back arching off the sofa as pleasure floods every nerve. The butt plug amplifies the sensation, making you feel deliciously stuffed from both sides.

"Fuck, you're tight," David grunts, beginning to move. His strokes are long and deep, each one drawing whimpers from your glossy lips.

Your legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper still. Your enhanced breasts bounce with each thrust, the heart charms on your nipples jingling a lewd melody. David's eyes are fixed on them, hypnotized by their movement.

"You're so fucking hot," he growls, pace quickening. "So perfect."

The pleasure builds rapidly, your bimbo brain incapable of complex thought as your body surrenders to pure sensation. The dual stimulation of his cock and the butt plug drives you toward climax faster than you expected.

"David," you gasp, your valley-girl accent thickening with arousal. "I'm gonna... I'm like... oh my god!"

Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, your inner walls clenching around him as you cry out his name. David's rhythm falters as you squeeze him, his own release following moments later. He drives deep one final time, holding himself inside you as he fills you with hot pulses.

Afterward, he collapses beside you on the sofa, pulling you against his chest. Your bodies are slick with sweat, hearts racing in tandem.

"That was..." he trails off, shaking his head in amazement.

"Totes amazing," you finish for him, giggling as you trace patterns on his chest with your fingertip. Your first daily orgasm requirement satisfied, you feel a pleasant buzz throughout your body.

11:45 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Flat, Putney

[TASK] ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day, 12 hours, 15 minutes remaining

[TIMER] | Daily Orgasm Requirement (1/2) | Resets at 07:00