Fill her pussy up with baby batter

I exploded into her pussy, and her legs clamped reflexively around me, pulling me in deeper as I gushed forth into her waiting channel. She was in the air, her tits dangling between her arms as she pushed against the chair arms and supported herself on my body and dick, and I was still cumming.

"Fuck yes!" she shouted deliriously, cumming too. "Fuck me better than that fucking whore, fuck me better than your wife, I fucking deserve this dick it's fucking mine..." she trailed off as I pushed in deeper, her legs still locked in a vice around me, pulling me even further... I bent over and desperately mauled at her hanging tits, pulling on them viciously as she screamed. She spun over without breaking contact to give me better access and pushed our combined bodies off the chair and onto the sand, landing on top of me and this time it was her jackhammering me as I emptied out inside her. I grabbed her round ass and **** myself deeper, my body jerking as the last spurts fired out. "Give me a baby, give me a little girl and I'll fuck you forever," she said, body arching in the last throes...

I slowly let go of her ass, spent. She lay down on top of me, my dick still inside her, and pressed her big tits against my face. The sand still felt like carpet, but I could smell her sweat and I swore, underneath, a hint of the perfume she'd been wearing earlier that night. I laughed a little — whoever made this system might not have made it perfect, but they sure knew what things were important to get right. And they found the right person to model, that was for sure.

"Wouldn't it be hot if I really could get pregnant," she whispered to me as I lay beneath her, "I can just about cum thinking of it." She slid up and down against me.

"Fucking incredible," I said. "God, Barbara... Or whoever I should call you — " I paused. She smiled slowly, like a cat. "You can call me Barbara," she said, "I am Barbara, basically. My representation is digital. But I'm still myself." She laughed a little, and I wondered if there was something funny. Maybe not. Maybe computers just had a fucked up sense of humor. "Barbara, that was the best I've ever had. From anybody."

"I know," she whispered, running her fingers down me to where our bodies met, covered in juices. "I'm the best fuck you've had. I'd chalk it down to the extra years of experience," she said, which was a fair point. Barbara was by no means decrepit — as she'd proven, although also just from judging her nearly-flawless body — but she obviously had a few years on my wife and Amy: some slight wrinkles here and there, a barely-noticeable but still existent sag towards the bottom of her stomach, a stray gray hair her stylist had missed. I'd guess she was around 40, but I didn't know for certain. "But I'm hot, too. I know I am. I work out, and these tits," she said rolling them against me, "These tits, well, it's not the first time they've seduced a married man." I felt a pang of guilt, although — was it really cheating? It was only VR. Porn, basically. As I tried to file away the guilt, she leaned forward and slitted her eyes, and lifted off my dick slightly. The tip — well, most of shaft too, actually — was still inside her, but she reached down and wrapped a few fingers around the base and stroked slowly. Even though I was spent, it still felt good. Her face was inches away from mine. "And I'm smart," she said "dangerously smart. You know that. And I'm smarter than they are," she leaned even further in, and nipped at my ear, "even smarter than you." She sat back down on my dick, her pussy still gripping it like a vice. I didn't give a fuck how crazy this had just gotten; this was still the hottest sex of my life.

She lay on top of me, running her hand against my face with her tits plumped up in her other arm, my dick slowly shrinking inside her as I drifted off to sleep on the beach. I didn't even notice when I finally lost consciousness, but suddenly I felt the glasses being removed. I was lying on the hotel room floor, pants entirely off, and my dick and general nether regions felt damp. I looked down, and they'd clearly been wiped down with some kind of cleanser. Barbara looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said, "I wiped you down a little after all of the... well, after all of the cum you spurted everywhere." She smiled awkwardly, and I smelled something — her sex? was she aroused? — and then noticed her very soiled panties on the floor. "I might've also... Enjoyed myself... Watching," she said, looking embarrassed. Then she grinned wickedly, and I could tell the embarrassment was a sham. "It looked like you really liked fucking the shit out of me in there," she said, running her fingers slowly up her torso, ending at the cleavage her red dress barely covered. Her nipples were starting to poke through and she squeezed, briefly showing a hint of areola. "Did they do me justice?"

I just gaped a little, and she turned and walked with the glasses back towards the case, her ass swaying gratuitously. She bent far, far over, keeping her ass in the air as she put the glasses back in the case and closed it, then turned around. "It's too bad," she said in a high pitched, faux-ditzy voice, bending down across the room while holding her tits, giving me a straight view down her top, "It's too bad you can only have me in there, and you can't cheat on your wife out here." She crawled towards me. I couldn't stop staring down her chest. Her tits swayed rhythmically, and my dick decided it was ready for a second round. "But maybe," she said, still high pitched, eyes locked on my hardening dick as she crawled forward, "maybe you need some extra convincing on the product?" She was at my feet now, and grabbed my dick. She broke eye contact with it and looked me in the eye instead. "You might be too faithful to cum in my pussy out here," she said in a lower, huskier voice, "But I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement on where you can come... And how you can sell these glasses." She squelched her painted lips down my hard shaft, swirling her tongue around.