Un-skilled and un-thrilled

Eric stared in disbelief as Janie belted out a surprisingly evil laugh. She had mashed buttons and spammed a few basic attacks, breaking Eric out of all his carefully-arranged combos. The fight was close and Eric didn't seem to be throwing it. He clearly lost, fair and square.

Janie had no hesitation in leaning across Eric's lap to unzip Jake. Jake was so stunned (and stoned) that he was afraid he'd stay soft, but biology did its thing when tongue hit foreskin.

Jake felt paralyzed, like any action on his part would shatter the illusion. He couldn't bring himself to grab Janie's hair or anything. Eric covered his ears with his hands but he seemed unable to look away, his face tight with rage and his breathing ****. Janie made fake-sounding moaning noises and bobbed up and down randomly, but didn't do anything more serious like touching herself.

Jake was not an expert on blowjobs but he was pretty sure Janie didn't quite know what to do. A couple of parts hurt him or her a little, and she had to adjust her position sometimes because she was losing her balance on Eric's lap. She got a lot more conservative after the first time she choked slightly, which lessened the result.

Jake still didn't last long.

Janie shot up like she had been stung when Jake came. She spit out the semen in her mouth and left Jake to finish cumming on his own lap, made the purest expression of disgust Jake had ever seen, and ran toward the door. "WE NEVER AGREED TO THAT, YOU SHOULD HAVE PULLED OUT, I DIDN'T NEED TO HAVE GROSS LITTLE BOY JIZZ IN MY FUCKING THROAT," she screamed in a shrill voice as she hurried toward the bathroom.

Jake wiped the gross little boy jizz off his pants using Miss Perfect's cotton panties. He avoided Eric's gaze as he went to Janie's room and tossed the soggy panties onto her pillow.

Eric was angry, but not with Jake. "I shouldn't have been cocky. Everyone knows a noob can cheese a fight if they get the chance. I could have been more careful."

Maybe Jake went a little too far.