VD - Research Part 3

The guy who did the summoning is kind of hot in a shy-guy way. He lies nervously on his side, naked, self-consciously stroking his cock. In front of him is the demon that he summoned, who has taken the form of an incredibly jacked guy with dark skin and ridiculous abs. He’s pulling on his cock too. They’re about a foot apart.

You, on your sofa, are doing the same thing, only a lot faster, your eyes glued to the screen of the Demon TV. This show is the hottest. You love it.

Demi snores quietly at the other end of the sofa. Your robe is wide open and you’re just jerking it in this little TV room on the first floor. Cas, Pol, and the others have enough sense not to bother you at a time like this. You are really into this show. Your palm is slick with precum, but the romantic music from the TV drowns out the soft fapping noise. You’re trying to time it so you can finish when they do because you want to see them, but it’s hard because you’re so worked up.

“Oh, wow,” Tari says as she breezes in. You jump in surprise. Your cock slaps against your belly as you straighten up. Tari drops onto the sofa next to you, smelling of perfume and sangria. She has definitely been at a wine bar. “Collector, huh? Fads.”

“Huh?” you ask breathlessly, covering up.

“They come and go,” Tari says with a shrug, crossing her legs and looking at the screen. The demon and the man are inching closer together. They’re going to kiss any moment. Your erection aches painfully. “You get used to it. Everyone is watching this right now. Him? He was in Good Demon Hunting,” she says, pointing at the screen. “Anyway, you want help with that?”

The tent in your robe isn’t subtle.

“Oh my gosh,” you say, offended. You look at Demi next to you. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

“She’s sleeping. It’s fine.”

“I don’t think she wants me messing around with her mom,” you counter as Tari leans closer.

“Would she worry about messing with yours?” Tari asks.

That’s… actually a fair point.

“She’d just call you a pussy for not doing it,” Tari presses. She pulls the front of her dress open and her huge, red breasts spill out. You are at a loss for words. “Don’t be a pussy.”

You are not agreeing to this, but you aren’t resisting either. Tari slips off the couch to kneel in front of you. She pulls your robe open and scoops up her breasts, enveloping your shaft in them. Her elegant fingers push her boobs together, smooshing your cock. She rocks her body gently, watching your face with a smirk.