Cyberpunk Ciri

The next moment, you appear on the set of Irine Meier's "Cyberpunk Ciri" photo shoot.

Blinking away the spots in your visions, you look around in shock before quickly taking cover behind a motorcycle before anyone sees you.

"What the hell," You mutter to yourself in a panic. "What am I supposed to do?!"

'Just do whatever you want.'

Jumping, you accidentally knock over the motorcycle, causing everyone to look over. With an awkward wave, you await the inevitable explosion of questions, a call for security, and or the police. Fortunately, for some reason, everyone goes back to doing their jobs.

"What the fuck?"

'I said just do whatever you want,' Jesse speaks from... somewhere.

Flinching again, you ask, "Really?"

'Yes really. Here, everything you do is fine. Just do whatever you want.'

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you look around the set and become familiar with it. You stand beside the fallen motorcycle they are using for the shoot, around you are concrete walls; a chain-linked fence; lights; and a giant fan where Irine and the crew are currently taking pictures.

Moving over to them, you stand before Irine. Eyes constantly flicking from her face to her breasts, you decide "fuck it," and cup them.

Expecting a hit, you're pleasantly surprised when all that happens is that Irine sharply inhales. Looking at the crew: they're still taking photos. Being filled with courage you begin to knead her breasts, making her bite her lip in an effort to stifle her moans.

“Let them out,” you command her, surprising yourself.

Irine suddenly lets out soft moans.

Your cock strains against your pants and you suddenly realize the power at your fingertips. Any hesitation vanishes as you grin.

Popping open her jacket, you hook your fingers on her bra and yank them off.

Irine gasps, falling forward against your chest, throwing her arms around your shoulders. Her naked breasts squish against your chest as you fill your hands with her pillowy ass. Irine fists your jacket in anticipation as you move her pants aside.

“Hey,” you say to the crew. “Don’t miss these shots.”

They start moving around you, getting in better positions to get the best possible shot.

Holding her pants aside in one hand, you spit in the other. Rubbing it around until your hand is practically covered, you bring your slick fingers to her lower lips. Already wet. Without any hesitation, you jam your fingers into her pussy.

The moan Irine lets out into your ear is magical.

Soon enough, everyone could hear how her pussy squelched every time your hand smacked against her pussy. Curling your fingers, you almost brought Irine to her knees. Her hard nipples rub up against your chest as her legs shake.

She let out something that may have been a curse in another language, and, with a flick of your thumb against her clit, Irine cries out as she cums on your fingers.

Just out of the corner of your eye, a photographer moves a bit closer to get a better pic of “Ciri’s” juices running down her legs.

Retracting your fingers from her sopping lips, you let Irine rest against you. Not for long however as the heaving of her breasts quickly reminds you that you’re still hard.

Looking around, you catch sight of a chair.

“Come on, “Ciri,” You say, emphasizing her character’s name. “The shoot’s not over, yet.”

You bend down to grab the back of her knees before lifting her up. Walking over to the seat, you put her down on the edge of it. You barely touch your belt before you decide you don’t have to.

Raising her chin with the fingers which her just in her, you tell her, “Take off my pants and suck me.”

Irine nods in your hold. Dropping her chin, you stand there as she makes quick work of your pants and underwear. Just as the two slide down your legs, Irine looks back up, only to be met with your cock flopping onto her face.

Unperturbed, she opens her mouth and slowly licks your cock from base to tip.

Shuddering, you grab onto her wig which seems fastly in place. You don’t do anything yet, letting her close her lips around your tool.

Her tongue swirls around your tip while jerking your cock. She pumps you a few times before looking up at you and taking you deeper into her mouth, almost to the back of her throat. Pulling back, she bobs her head, covering your cock in her spit.

You hear the crew move around you, liking catching shots of you hunched over with your hands fisting “Ciri’s” hair as she blows you. For whatever reason this thrills you.

Tightening your hold on her wig, you **** her to take your entire cock down her throat.

“Glghk!”

Irine gags and her eyes screwed shut.

Despite that, she doesn’t try to stop you. She actually does the opposite, Irine swallows around your cock, making you let out a moan of your own. She struggles to continue swallowing as you hold her there.

“Fuck!” You curse.

Pulling her back, she is just as quickly **** to deepthroat your cock again as you fuck her face, uncaring as her makeup starts running down her cheeks. You can tell that despite the harsh treatment, Irine forces herself to take you deeper each time you shove your cock down her throat. Harsh tugs **** her against your crotch and you roar, feeling your limit.

Your head snaps up to the crew, “Get closer, I want the best shots for this.”

When they’re close enough, you barely hold out enough to yank Irine off your cock.

Irine gasps for air and blinks rapidly. Holding her hair in one hand while the other jerks your cock.

You bring her face closer to your cock, and you grunt, “Fuck. Ciri. Here I cum!”

You let out a moan as your cum splatters onto Irine’s face. Seeing her try to catch some on her tongue, almost makes you feel like you can go another round right away.

Taking deep breaths of air, you pull her head back and see the mess you made. Her makeup is completely ruined, the mascara runs down her cheeks, mingling with the saliva and cum dripping down her neck and onto her wonderful breasts.

As you take another breath, you are suddenly blinded by a red light.