Continue pleasuring David, embracing the moment completely. This feels right. After all he is your "boyfriend" right? And girlfriends totally get to suck on their boyfriend's cocks, right. It is their right to do so. And they girlfriends also get to h

You hollow your cheeks, drawing David deeper into your mouth as your hand works what won't fit. The weight of him on your tongue feels strangely right—a discovery that would have shocked you days ago now simply registers as pleasurable under Comfort Mode Level 3's neural integration. Your copper hair curtains your face as you establish a rhythm, encouraged by David's breathless groans above you.

"Fuck, Mia," he gasps, his fingers tangling in your hair—not forcing, just connecting. "You're incredible."

The praise sends a flush of warmth through you. You glance up through mascara-darkened lashes, maintaining eye contact as you take him deeper. The dichotomy isn't lost on you—part of your consciousness remembers being Matt, remembers sharing beers and football matches with this man, while the rest of you is thoroughly enjoying the taste of him, the stretch of your lips around his considerable girth, the intoxicating power of reducing him to incoherent moans.

"Come here," David urges suddenly, tugging gently at your shoulders. "I want to touch you too."

You release him with a soft pop, lips glistening. "That's right," you murmur, voice husky as you rise to straddle him again. "A good boyfriend should play with his girlfriend's tits."

The words flow naturally as Comfort Mode Level 3 continues its subtle work, weaving Matt's consciousness with Mia's experiences until they feel increasingly unified. David's eyes darken with desire as you reach behind yourself, finding the tie of your wrap dress and loosening it with a practiced twist. The fabric parts, revealing the pink push-up bra Clara helped you select yesterday—a lifetime ago, it seems.

"Is this what you want?" you ask, guiding his hands to your ribs, just below the satin cups.

"God, yes," David breathes, sliding his palms upward to cup your breasts. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, your nipples hardening instantly against the fabric. When his thumbs brush over those sensitive peaks, you arch involuntarily, a soft moan escaping your lips.

David watches your reactions with fascination, clearly aroused by your responsiveness. "You're so sensitive," he observes, voice rough with desire as he squeezes gently, testing.

"Everything feels different," you admit, rolling your hips against his exposed erection. "More intense. Like my nerve endings are all on high alert."

His fingers slip beneath the satin, finding bare skin. "Different good?"

"Different amazing," you breathe, reaching behind to unhook the bra. It falls forward, and David's expression as he sees your bare breasts for the first time makes something flutter in your chest—something beyond physical arousal.

He doesn't hesitate, leaning forward to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet suction sends a jolt of pleasure straight between your thighs, drawing a cry from your throat that sounds utterly feminine to your ears. Your hands cradle his head, holding him close as his tongue circles and teases while his other hand kneads your neglected breast.

"David," you gasp as his teeth graze delicately, sending another shock of sensation through you. "That feels—oh god—so good."

The movie continues unwatched, its flickering light casting shadows across your entwined forms as David lavishes attention on your breasts, switching from one to the other while his hands roam your back, your hips, your thighs. With every touch, every pleasurable discovery, Comfort Mode Level 3 reinforces new neural pathways—making these experiences not just tolerable but genuinely enjoyable, permanently integrating them into your evolving identity.

00:45 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Living room, your flat, Putney, London

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