VD - Research Part 4

You gasp as Tari’s generous tit job goes from good to great. It’s not just the feel of the soft flesh, it’s the rest of her: she’s beautiful and sultry. The teasing way that she licks her lips as she stares straight into your eyes is killing you.

You look past her at the screen, where the man and the demon are making out. The demon’s huge hand is around both their cocks, stroking them together. You can’t look away.

“Oh!” Your hips move on their own as the stimulation changes. The warm breasts are replaced by a hot mouth with a long, strong tongue. “Oh god,” you pant, sliding down inelegantly on the sofa and spreading your legs wider to make room for Tari’s head. Tari doesn’t hesitate to take your cock deep into her throat, sucking hard as she bobs her head aggressively.

You’re dizzy. The room spins. Onscreen, cocks contract and expand as thick, creamy jizz spurts onto hairy chests. Tari slurps noisily and you arch your back, lifting your hips off the sofa, glancing worriedly at Demi, who snores gently.

Your Demon Phone rings.

Tari comes up for air, but replaces her mouth with her breasts.

“Gonna get that?” she asks.

“Um, no?” you say, looking at her in confusion and a bit of irritation. You are completely revved up. You were probably seconds away from pumping a gallon of cum down her throat.

“Kind of rude to ignore it,” she says, rocking back and forth, sliding her breasts over your shaft.

You groan in frustration and grab the phone. It’s Morrigan.

“Yes?” you say irritably, sounding… very much like someone who has been interrupted while being lewd.

“You busy?” Morrigan asks.

“A little,” you snap.

“Doesn’t matter. Albedo and Trish are doing it. Looks like we’re going on TV,” Morrigan chirps.

You look at the TV in horror. The judges are weighing in on the demon’s performance and praising his tenderness and patience. You’d give him an 11 if you weren’t on your phone already.

“Me too?” you gasp. Tari isn’t letting up. In fact, she’s mashing her boobs together harder now.

“Of course!”

“How’s it work?”

“Have you not seen the show?”

“No, I mean…” You mean to say politically, and she understands.

“Oh. I’m sure whoever does better gets the primary,” Morrigan replies, unconcerned. She sounds drunk. “I’ll give you some coaching.”

“Oh, grea…ah!” You drop the phone and clutch at the couch cushions as Tari brings you off with her breasts. A shiny white string shoots across her cheek and nose, and then a second one on her lips. Your body shakes as a third spurt shoots straight up and falls back down on her breasts. The rest just oozes out as you sag on the couch.

“Riley? Riley?” Morrigan’s saying on the phone.

Tari licks her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, looking over at Demi. She shifts, then rolls over.

“I can’t eat any more,” she mumbles in her sleep.