Speaking of crimes, it's time for some animal cruelty. Because you're about to destroy that pussy.

The two of you are practically giddy by the time you get back to Morgan's place, not that Morgan was any help during the ride. A few times, you had to bat her hand away as she reached over towards your crotch; not that you're not grateful for her apparent desire, but simply because you don't want to be distracted while driving. You know there's a time and a place for sexy shenanigans, and it's unfortunately not when you're behind the wheel of a vehicle moving at fifty miles per hour, no matter how horny the two of you are.

As soon as you pull up to her home, Morgan is up and out of the car, eager to make her way inside. She leads you up a staircase to the second floor and down a short hallway into what you can only assume is her room.

Her room looks... well, like the kind of room you expected Morgan to have. It's not painted black, but it is in a deep shade of purple; at least the small amount of wall you can see is. The wall to your left and the entire wall opposite the door is covered in various posters and album covers of bands you've either never heard of or only know in passing, and very few of them feature people. It's mostly a collage of spooky landscapes and macabre imagery, only occasionally punctuated by a group of dour men and women in Gothic fashion looking towards you in disdain. Her bed sits under the poster-scape in the corner, with a surprisingly normal looking blue patterned comforter covering it. A dresser, a black beanbag chair, and a couple of bookshelves fill out the room, with a full length mirror/sliding door indicating the entrance to a closet. The bookshelves are by far the most interesting things in the room (other than the Poster Corner), with numerous books on a variery of esoteric topics filling out the space between unusual curios, including one shelf that's holding a viking battleaxe and what appears to be a (hopefully faux) human skull.

"Alright Jason," she says as you both enter the room, "my tits still feel a little sticky because of you, so I'm gonna take a quick shower and wash up."

Is it weird that the idea of her cum stained breasts hidden under her hoodie kind of turns you on? Eh, probably.

"Sure," you reply wryly, "I'll just wait here and not inspect every inch of your room for **** material."

"Motherfucker, I just blew you in a dressing room. If you wanted **** material, you should've just taken a picture."

You give a hearty laugh. "I'll have to remember that next time you blow me."

"Fuck you," she says through a giggle as she leaves for the bathroom.

You sit yourself down in the beanbag chair, and take a moment to take in the sights of her room. The imagery surrounding you is not particularly sexy, but at this point you could probably keep yourself hard in an H. R. Giger exhibit if it meant getting with Morgan.

The other thing you notice about the room is the smell. It's obviously the smell of a girl's room, but combined with a somewhat foreign scent. It's not unpleasant, but it feels somewhat... earthy? Maybe she's into scented candles. Or incense.

In any case, you eventually get bored with looking over Morgan's bookshelves and over-analyzing the room. To find something to occupy yourself, you pull out your phone, only to find a notification from the Affection Multiplier waiting for you.

Love Gain: Morgan +3 (Honestly tried to help)

Affection Gain: Morgan +5 (Went along with a spontaneous idea)

Lust Gain: Morgan +5 (That's a lotta dick)

Achievement Unlocked - 'Scuze Me While I Whip This Out: Made a great "first impression"

You've been awarded some gems for your achievement!

Achievement Unlocked - Risky Business: Engage in a sexual act in a public area

You've been awarded some gems for your achievement!

Affection Gain: Taylor +2 (You two seem fun)

Lust Gain: [NOT UNLOCKED] (Are they doing what I think they're doing?)

Achievement Unlocked - Fine Then, Keep Your Secrets: Increase a score that hasn't been unlocked yet

You've been awarded some gems for your achievement!

Well damn! Someone apparently heard you in the changing room. But before you can really understand what exactly that means, the door to Morgan's room opens back up. And standing there in the doorway is Morgan.

Her hair is still a little damp, but with how short it is, it's not much of a problem. What's more interesting is the fact that she's apparently re-dressed herself after her shower. Well, partially that is. She's wearing her hoodie again, but while it may have been baggy enough to drop past her waist before, it's just barely below her belly button now. And that's interesting, because she apparently forgot to put her pants back on. She's standing there in dark black lace panties, tits straining her hoodie, and giving you a look that can only be described as "sarcastic bedroom eyes."

"Alright big guy," she says as she strolls over to her bed and sits on the edge, "I got to lead back in the store. What's your poison?"

You move in front of her and answer her with a kiss. And that kiss quickly turns into an exploration of her mouth with your tongue, which turns into you pushing her back onto the bed and making out with all abandon. Much like before, everything comes naturally to you, and you know just how to probe her with your mouth to get a reaction out of her. The way she squirms under you, her prodigious breasts pressing into your chest, makes it obvious she's enjoying this immensely. You can't help but be struck by her size; not of her chest, but of her body. She's not much shorter than you, but with you on top of her, it's obvious to you just how petite her body is.

She's the first to take the dive under the outer layer of clothing, and seems surprised when her hands brush against your toned midsection. You decide to give her a bit of a show, and break the makeout session just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head, showing off your physique in all its glory.

When she sees it, she gives a small exhale, something halfway between a sigh and a whimper.

"You like?" you ask her.

She nods, biting her lip.

You dive back in, lips exploring each other, with her hands searching over your musculature. She seems pretty content to feel up your tummy. Based on her reactions so far, you idly wonder if she might have a thing for toned dudes. That perk is looking more and more like it was a smart investment.

Once she seems to have had her fill, you decide it's your turn to get in on the groping game. You decide in a moment of hubris to reach under her hoodie, to find that she apparently didn't bother putting her undershirt back on. This is apparent from the way you grope her bare chest, her nipple brushing against your fingers as you do so. Just as you imagined, it's far more tit than your hand can handle, but you sure as hell are going to have fun trying. It's pliantly soft, like you'd expect, but firm enough to keep some modicum of shape as she lays on her back. You grope, press, and knead her breast with one hand, as the other holds onto her back. Based on the way she's wriggling beneath you, she seems to be enjoying your ministrations.

Eventually, she goes to sit up and you break the make-out session to look look at each other. Despite your current state, you still have enough decency to release her tit and navigate your hand out of her hoodie. Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are sparkling with need. She's the first to speak.

"I'm taking this off," she says breathlessly as she begins to shrug her hoodie over her head.

"Yeah, same," you say as you drop your pants to the floor, letting your monstrous erection pop forward.

The two of you spend a good moment examining one another. She's just as pale as you'd expected, even with her makeup washed off. Apparently, she doesn't need anything to make her skin lighter, and her lips are a delicately pale shade of pink without her usual black lipstick. Her whole body is an alabaster wonderland, with only the occasional small blemish or mole let you know she's a natural woman rather than a piece of art. And she's a goddamn masterpiece. Her breasts alone, unconstrained by clothing of any kind, are worthy of the Louvre. They're probably each about the size of a basketball, but basketballs don't come in this kind of shape. They've got a perfect swell to them, and they sit on her body perky and prideful, with just enough sag to let you know that they were all natural. The only thing about them that strikes you as unusual is her nipples. First, they aren't particularly large; you imagine their size hasn't changed much from before your unintentional enhancements. But what's more notable is just how pale her areola and nips are. There is just enough of a difference from her normal skin tone that you can see them, but they almost seem to fade into her skin at the edges.

Like everything else about Morgan, the contrast just serves to excite you.

"I think I'm wet enough, and I'm on the pill," Morgan says, bringing you back to reality for a moment.

"Right," you say, as she lays back on the bed and pulls her panties off. You mentally kick yourself for not thinking to buy condoms, but if she's not going to make a big deal about it, you're not going to.

Her pussy is just as wonderful as the rest of her. Her pink flower is flush with arousal, and you can't help but wonder just how exactly you'll fit... until you remember the second part of that perk.

"Go slow, okay?" she asks of you as she lays back. "You're way bigger than anyone I've had before."

You try not to smile too much at that as you step up to her. It's a rare occasion that a guy can hear those words with sincerity. You hold your dick with one hand and set it on top of her pubus, allowing her to see exactly how your length measures up to her body.

The head of your cock comes to rest on top of her belly button.

"Jesus," she says in awe. "I want to try this, but seriously. Go slow."

"As you wish," you say in a gentlemanly tone. You line up your head with her sex, and prepare for the main event.

First, you slowly insert your head. Her warmth is almost overwhelming, and her sharp intake of breath is music to your ears. Inch by agonizing inch, you slowly push forward; she only squirms slightly, desperately trying to keep herself steady for you, as you move deeper into her. She's extraordinarily tight; you imagine if it weren't for your magical cock, you wouldn't have made it nearly this far. When you're halfway in, she reaches up a hand to stop you. You look into her eyes and see nothing but pleasure. Her face is a mask of ecstasy, her normal veneer of sarcastic pride having melted away.

She takes a moment to catch her breath and steel herself, before she gives you a small nod and wraps her legs around your midsection. You take the invitation, and continue your long journey into her center. Within moments, you bottom out within her, all of your immensity buried deep in her. You spend a short time simply enjoying her warmth.

"Fuck me," she whispers.

"With pleasure," you answer.

At first, you move slowly, pulling to about halfway before pushing back into her in a steady rhythm. Her impressive assets bounce along with you, and after a few pumps Morgan has to reach up to hold them in place; you can only imagine what they'd look like if you were to pick up the pace. Even at this speed, it almost seems like too much for her, but to her credit, she's taking it like a champ. She's not very vocal, beyond a few quiet whimpers, as you steadily move her closer and closer to her climax. You're certain you're touching parts of her that have never been touched before, and based on her reactions, it's a pretty sensitive area.

You carry on like that, rearranging her insides, for a few minutes before she quietly mutters "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming". To her credit, you'd be in the same position if you weren't holding onto your climax for dear life. What's more surprising is when she lets go of the girls and grabs your arms to pull you down into a long kiss, her now free breasts pressing into your body. She whimpers once more into your mouth as she squirms underneath you, her orgasm shaking her body like an earthquake.

When you break the kiss, she looks absolutely gone. Her hair is a mess, her soft pale lips open in surprise, her eyes blank.

"You don't disappoint, Mr. Ramirez," she says dreamily.

"I aim to please," you respond as you flex your dick inside of her, relishing in her quiet yelp as you do so.