A man will greet you at your door shortly. Use him.

I type the command into the throbbing field: "Sarah, a man will greet you at your door shortly. Use him." Enter. The screen erupts in a violent pulse, purple veins exploding across her locked image like writhing tentacles burrowing into her brain. A quadruple chime hammers through my phone, shaking my bones, my cock leaking fresh pre-cum down my thigh.

From behind her door, Sarah's frustrated sobs cut off sharp. A wet gasp echoes. "Yes... someone... coming..." she pants, voice slurred with **** relief. Bed creaks as she scrambles up, sloppy squelches of her drenched pussy fingers withdrawing. Fabric shuffles, door rattles. She's prepping herself, obeying the planted urge, thighs slick and quivering, tits still aching under that clinging tank. The command sinks deep, twisting her denial into eager slut-mode for the "man" at her door. Me.

My heart pounds like a war drum. I shove on sweatpants over my tented boxers, dick throbbing visibly, and slip into the hallway. The air reeks of her pussy juice. I step to her door, fist raised, and knock hard three times. "Sarah? You alright in there?" I call out, voice steady but laced with fake concern, my bulge twitching at the thought of her breaking.

The door flies open fast. Sarah stands there, ponytail messy, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy with feral need. Sweat glistens on her cleavage, tank top translucent over those fat, pinched nipples. Yoga pants crotch is a soaked blackout mess, cameltoe pulsing with heat. "You... you're here," she breathes, pupils dilating as the weave locks on me. No hello. No questions. She grabs my shirt front, yanks me inside with surprising strength, and slams the door. Her mouth crashes into mine, tongue shoving sloppy and invasive, tasting her own denied desperation. Hands claw down my chest to my sweatpants, freeing my rock-hard cock in one rough tug. "Use you... need to use you," she growls, pumping my shaft with frantic fists, pre-cum slicking her palms. She drops to knees, ass up high in those ruined pants, and engulfs my dick in wet, vacuum heat. Gagging slurps fill the room as she throats me deep, tears streaming, hips grinding air for friction. Her free hand dives into her yoga pants, fingering wildly, but she knows solo won't cut it. Only me. Her tits slap her chin with every bob.

The app buzzes in my pocket, hot against my thigh.

Weave Successful. Influence: 60% (Bond Anchored). Libido: Explosive (Proxy Release Triggered). Sarah (Resistance: Low - 35%). User Access Unlocked. Harem Ledger: Sarah (Claim Pending). Lewd Penetration Accelerates Arc. Next Command? Target Lock: Sarah (Intimate Proximity).

She's worshipping my cock like a lifeline, moans vibrating my length, body shuddering toward the edge only I can push her over. Her apartment smells like pure sex, bed unmade and stained behind her.