Aerith's View

Aerith was the only one with a clear mind as she went back to the bedroom with Scotch. The half-Wutaiian male smiled menacingly.

"How about some pussy, sugar?" he said, gripping her ass through the red dress.

"Hold that thought tiger ..." Aerith said, smiling. "You know I give the best handjobs in Midgar ... don't you want to sample that first?"

Scotch grunted, finally nodding. "I want to last in that pussy, so why not?" He undid his trousers, his seven inch cock springing free.

Well, not the biggest Aerith had had, but certainly not the smallest. She grabbed a bottle of oil from the dresser, generously lubing him up, then wrapping her small, pale hands around his cock, tugging it insistently.

"Mmm, that does feel good," Scotch said. He closed his eyes, laying back.

It was Aerith's mission to make him cum so hard he passed out. She tugged, her soft palms and occasional use of her nails to heighten and prolong the pleasure. She drooled on it, her mouth getting perilously close to the tip, but she wasn't that type. She pulled back finally, letting him shoot his thick load onto his own belly, onto her wrists and hands, as he collapsed into bed.

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