Part 1
I can’t stop thinking about the healing chamber, and I return as often as I could, exploring new possibilities each time I do. Each time, the experience heightens, and I feel myself turn into a different person, like the subjects in each parallel universe teaches me something new, makes me want to explore things I’ve never done before. I’m so lucky to be able to do this, and I know I’d never be able to stop.
The telepath is there as soon as I recline inside, ready to guide me to the next parallel universe. I hold onto its hand, and it pulls me forwards, through stars and swirls of intricate hypnotic patterns until we reach my next destination. It always knows exactly what I need, so I’m not worried. It can sense my desires each and every time I’m in the chamber, and take me to see those that can heal me the most with their touch.
I arrive in a meadow, the sky overcast, with the sounds of chirping birds and the clicking of insects. I’m lying on a picnic blanket, alone, and I’m wondering what I should be doing next until two bodies appear on either side of me. It’s a man and a woman, Peter and Abigail, and they look similar, with piercing blue eyes and curly black hair.
Peter embraces me close, holding me against his body, and Abigail pushes her lips against mine. I reciprocate immediately, my tongue swirling against hers and tasting her softness. She’s wearing a long gown, and she slips it off, revealing nothing underneath. I realize I’m naked as well, and she begins stroking my breasts, making me want more.
Peter licks my ear, his tongue hot and wet as it moves up and down. His fingers move all over my body, and it’s hard for me to tell who is who. I get lost in the sensations, and feel two fingers push inside of me. I rock against it, trying to get more friction, and feel a hot mouth move and suck on my waist, moving lower and lower until it's right on my clit.
I buckle against it, loving how the fingers perfectly match each lick of the tongue. I want more, and they seem to know exactly what I need.
I move so my back is against the soft picnic blanket underneath me, and feel Peter move between my legs. I pull him close, desperate for him to be inside me. He obliges, pushing his way inside in one quick stroke.
I moan loudly, the sounds blending into the nature around us. He moves easily in and out of me from how wet I am, and I look around, seeking Abigail, wanting her lips on mine again.
I push my fingers inside of her thick wavy hair, pulling her close, but I want to feel more of her warmth. I reach my fingers down and push them inside of her, feeling her softness envelope me. She’s so wet for me, for us, and I arch my fingers to hit all of her most sensitive spots, making her gasp and arch for me.
Peter pulls out of me and flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees. He bends down, kissing my ass and down my legs, worshiping my skin all over. I’m shaking, needy, bending my body into his touch so he can give me more.
He knows what I need without me having to say the words out loud. He aligns himself against me and slips inside, and I watch as Abigail moves underneath me, so her head is facing mine, watching Peter enter me over and over. She wraps her lips around my breasts and sucks, biting occasionally, making out noises I hadn’t known would come out of me.
The sun begins to set, but it's still warm in their embrace. I can feel myself reach my release, closer and closer, and I reach my fingers down to play with my clit. Abigail swats my finger away, using hers to do so instead, and it’s so delicious I cum almost immediately. I squeeze tightly against Peter over and over again, milking him so he can let go as well. I hear his noises, and I love it when he loses control, and I feel his warm release deep inside of me.
I’m tired, but I want Abigail to feel as good as I did. I move between her legs and begin sucking on her clit, pushing my fingers inside of her once again. She buckles and grinds into me, and I know exactly what she needs. My tongue loves the taste of her sweetness, and she cries out my name over and over again, the noise so loud it echoes through the meadow.
She loses control, her juices flowing onto my fingers and into the picnic blanket. I stroke her until she’s had enough, and push my two fingers into her mouth, making her suck the juices off of me. I’d never been so commanding with any lover before, but I can intuitively tell that it turns Abigail on, and I know my consciousness switches in each parallel universe, fitting into what each person needs from me.
The telepath appears once more, knowing I’m finished, and reaches out for me again. This time, its hand is warm, and I feel my spirit lifted up, higher and higher, until I can look down and see the beautiful meadow around me.
I wish to stay, like I do in most of my experiences, but there’s so much more to uncover, so many more worlds to enjoy.
“Thank you,” I say, and I awaken back inside of the healing chamber, my eyes fluttering open. I let out a smile, my body still satisfied and sated, but only for until my next time in the chamber.
I wonder where the telepath will bring me next, and my heart gives a little pulse, thinking of all the new possibilities.
Part 2
I had had a rough couple of days, my mind spinning with all that had happened. With every struggle, I think of the healing chamber, and imagine myself lost in it once more. I know I’ve begun obsessing over it, thinking about it at every moment, but how could I not, when it feels so amazing each time?
It’s become normal for me to slide down into the chair, and I barely think about it as my mind slumbers once more. The spirit is there again, ready for me, and this time, when it reaches its hand out to bring me somewhere new, I don’t reach back for it right away. “Who are you?” I ask. I want to get to know it, to see why it keeps bringing me to places it knows I need.
It doesn’t reply. Instead, it shakes its head, like it doesn’t speak. “How do you know me so well?” I continue. It shakes its head again, like it wants to tell me, but can’t do so. Sighing, I give up, and grab onto its hand again, letting me take me as it wishes. I wonder if I’d ever be able to make a request, or if it was truly able to read into my soul, to know what’s right for me.
I arrive in a tavern, or what appears to be one. There's a clanking of mugs of ale, and the sound of laughter and chatter in the air. I look around, spotting a few drunk patrons, enjoying themselves through the night. A lady is standing in front of me with giant breasts, which she accentuates with a very tight corset. She winks at me and says, “we’ve been expecting you.”
I follow her down a corridor, and can hear the sounds of moaning in the air. The smell is thick with incense and sex, and that alone has already gotten my body going, like it's ready for whatever lies at the end of the hallway.
She opens the door for me and lets me in, and a single woman is sitting on a luxurious red velvet bed, completely naked. She has long silken black hair, and she looks at me mischievously, patting the space right next to her. “I know exactly what you need,” she says. My heart beats rapidly, but I trust her, knowing the spirit always brought me to where I needed to most.
I sit next to her, and she begins stripping me from head to toe slowly, her fingers grazing against me a few times as she did so. My breath hitches from being so sensitive. Was I always this sensitive, or perhaps it was the incense in the air? She presses her soft lips against mine, and pushes my mouth apart, tasting me. As she does, she pushes me slowly down onto the bed, and begins kissing down my body slowly, her lips grazing against some of the most sensitive regions of me.
She dips in the well of my collarbone, her tongue giving it slow licks, then moves down to my breasts. She puts the hardened nipples into her lips, and sucks on it, looking back at me with dilated pupils. I can’t stop watching her. She’s like a serpent, smooth and silky and so intelligent.
Her fingers trail against my waist, and I try to evade the ticklish touches, but she holds me down, insistent. She finally reaches the spot I want the most, her hot breath against my pussy as she stares down at it. “I need you to touch me,” I beg, too horny to stop myself from it.
She shakes her head and says, “you need to be patient, or the fun will be over too soon.” I listen, and watch her tease past my entrance and down to my legs, all the way to my feet.
She wraps her mouth around my toes and sucks deeply. I gasp, my hips buckling off the bed from such an abnormal sensation. I’d never thought I would like it so much, and I almost want her to do more. She teases the soles of my feet with her mouth before she climbs back up again, her mouth directly at my pussy. Before I can beg, though, she sticks her tongue inside of me, as deep as she possibly could. I’m sure she can taste all of the fluid inside of me, so much has been made for her. She thrusts over and over with her tongue, and begins playing with my clit with her fingers.
I moan and push into her, climbing higher and higher. My fingers wrap into the bedsheets underneath me, needing it to ground me. Her tongue is so hot and warm, so teasing, and I know I’m probably drenching her face with how wet I’m getting. “I’m going to cum…” I tell her, grinding wantonly into her face.
She doesn’t stop, and I assume she wants it to happen. Higher and higher I climb, until I lose it, my voice letting out a loud cry, joining in the sounds of sex in all the rooms around me. I clench over and over again as my muscle spasms, and I finally slump down, exhausted.
“Thank you,” I say, not knowing what else to say to her.
She looks up at me, her mouth covered in my wetness, and climbs up to kiss me again, forcing me to taste myself on her. I’m sweet and sticky, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. “I can’t wait to see you again,” she murmurs into my lips.
I nod, agreeing that it’ll have to happen.
The spirit appears next to me, and I almost want to tell it I need more time. It grabs my wrist, though, and I’m forced to say goodbye to her as I float off the bed and away. I don’t realize until I’m back in my home world that I never asked for her name. I knew I’d be regretting it.
Part 3
The next time I go to the chamber, I connect myself in, having a plan in mind. I have something I need to request from the spirit, and from how kind it seems each time I go, I hope it’ll say yes to my request.
It reaches its hand out as it sees me, like it's happy to see me, and I hesitate again. “Can I make a request this time, or is it not allowed?”
The spirit cocks its head, like it’s not expected something like this. I’m surprised I’m even able to shock him, since he seems able to dive deep inside of my mind. “Do you think I can go back to the woman from before? The one in the tavern?” I hope it knows what I’m referring to, because I really should’ve asked for her name before I left.
The spirit pauses, like its thinking about it, and then nods. I smile, feeling excited, and I put my hand into it again, trusting it wholeheartedly.
It jumps, and I get pulled through. I feel swirls of dust and debris, with iridescent shimmers around me, until I land back in the tavern. I’m so happy I’m back here again, visiting a place I feel like I already know so well. The familiar sounds of glasses clinking fills my ear, and the heavy chested woman is there again, in a different corset. Her hair is tied up in an intricate bun on her head, and she winks at me. “Back again so soon?” she teases, and begins walking again. I don’t need her guidance, knowing exactly where the room is, but we head there anyways. She pushes the door open, and the same black haired beauty is sitting there, a wicked grin on her face.
“I knew you’d be back,” she says as the door closes behind me. I moved to the bed at once, eager to get started. “Take off your clothes for me, I want to watch.” I can’t help but obey her, and slowly unlace my dress as she watches, and let it pool on the floor beneath me. I remove my shoes one by one, and then crawl onto the bed. “Your panties, too.” She helps me with it, pulling it all the way down and tossing it to the side.
She pushes me down so I’m on my hands and knees, and begins kissing me on my back, her nose trialing a long tantalizing trail from the top of my spine down to the bottom. She caresses my butt, feeling the soft and warm skin, so ready for her. She leans her body over mind, and wraps her arms around me so she has access to my breasts. With her whole body on top, I can feel how warm and soft she is, and feel the press of her firm breasts against my back. She pinches my nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I arch into her.
“I missed you,” I say, wanting to tell her everything.
“I know,” she replies. “I left you wanting so much more.”
“Are you going to give it to me today?” I ask, not being able to hide my desires.
“I’ll always give you anything you need,” she promises. She lets go of my breasts and moves behind me. I feel her bite my ass playfully, and I jolt, not expecting it. She laughs, a sensual sound, before she grazes her fingers against my entrance. It’s wet again, of course, and she seems immensely pleased. “You’re always so ready for me,” she comments. She pushes her finger in, and I can feel every single inch of it as it enters my body. I’ve needed the sensation for so long, and even something so thin makes me feel a sense of relief. She arches the finger as she pumps into me, but soon I realize it's not enough, and I need so much more.
She seems to sense it as well, because she pulls it out, making me completely empty, before I feel something much firmer and larger against me. I barely have time to brace for it before she sinks inside, slowly, and I realize she must’ve strapped some sort of toy on her body. It’s the perfect size for me, bulbous at the tip, stretching me out completely. I moan, my fingers entangling in the sheets as I arch up to meet her. As soon as she reaches the end, she pulls all the way out, and then pushes back in again. “That’s so good,” I say, my mind spinning. I can barely think of anything else other than the sensation of her against me.
She’s so good at what she does, knowing exactly what to do to drive me insane. She thrusts over and over, bending my body to her will, and I try to meet back thrust for thrust. She bends down and nips at my skin, then pulls my hair so I’m arching for her. It’s rough and needy, and exactly what I want at the moment. “Yes….” my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I can only think of her.
Her fingers reach around me and begins stroking my clit, and it’s too much. My body falls apart, and I scream into the sheets under me. “Yes, scream for me…” she commands, and I continue to do so, with her fucking me until I can’t feel take it anymore. She pulls out, and I slump onto the bed, my body not holding me up any longer. “You’re such a good girl,” she says against my ear as she licks it from the base to the top. I shiver, feeling so utterly sensitive.
“I didn’t ask for your name last time,” I say.
“It’s Tabetha,” she replies. “Come to me anytime you wish.”
“I’ll satisfy you next time, I promise,” I reply, knowing that the spirit will be here soon.
Part 4
“Where are you taking me?” I say, asking the spirit. It smiles at me, and glides around my body, which is currently floating in free space. I can see miles and miles of galaxies around me, and I know if I just reach out a finger, I can touch them, and feel them skittering within my palms.
The spirit shakes its head, and I know there’s no use in trying to converse to it. I wish I could express how much I’m thankful to it, for making me feel free and learning something new about my body each time I entered the chair, but I didn’t know how to, didn’t know what it even desired from me.
“Come,” it mouthed. I’m stunned, not realizing it even understood my language. I trust it for what felt like the millionth time, and hold onto its hand as I enter my next destination.
The music is loud around me, so loud that I can barely hear my own thoughts. All around me, people are writhing and grinding into each other. There’s a band in the front, each holding their own instrument, and a singer holding a mic, their sultry voice booming into the music.
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do, and I move closer and closer to the stage until I’m at the very front. The lead singer seems to spot me, and I almost feel like the world pauses as he continues to sing, his expression directly on my face.
I listen to the entire set like this, though there’s only two more songs before they wrap up. I’m still standing there as people start to exit, wondering where I’m supposed to go. Was I just supposed to be listening to the concert?
I’m about to turn around when the main singer bends down and holds his hand out. “I’m James,” he says, his smile widening to show his dimples. I accept his hand, and he pulls me onto the stage.
I look around, and realize there’s no one around us. There’s only a spotlight, and the two of us standing on the stage. I don’t think I even noticed it happening, like everyone disappeared at once. “Did you like the show?” He asks.
I nod, and stare at his appearance - chiseled chin covered by slight stubble, and bangs across the right side of his face. “Sit with me,” he says. I listen, and the two of us sit down onto the stage. It’s rough with years of bands playing on it, well loved like the rest of the club around us. He turns my head to face him, and before I can react, places his lips against mine. It’s soft and tentative at first, testing, seeing if I’d accept.
Of course I do, trusting the process like I always did. He pushes his fingers into my hair, drawing me closer, becoming more and more insistent as I accept him. Our tongues swirl together until I don’t know which is mine, and he pulls back, making me stare at the crinkle in his eyes as he smiles.
He pushes me down until I’m on my back, and begins pleasuring me so I’m writhing for him, my body aching and needing more. He pulls up my leather skirt, and pushes his fingers against my entrance, feeling how wet I am for him. He’s pleased, but leaves me, and I watch in confusion as he grabs something from the front of the stage. He returns with a microphone, a wicked smile on his face.
“I want to hear the sounds of you throughout the room,” he says. “Do you trust me?” A nod, of course I do. With one smooth push, the end of the microphone is fully inserted inside of me. It's cold, and makes me gasp, and the sound of my pussy echoes throughout the space. He begins pushing it in and out of me, and at first I’m hesitant, but the pleasure starts to build, and I realize that I love the feeling of it. It feels so dirty and wrong, and makes it so much more heightened. He tears my panties off with his other hand, and lifts my skirt so he can fully see me.
He’s still thrusting it in and out of me, and leans down so his hot breath is against me. I can feel him breathing, and the microphone broadcasts the sound of it. I’m about to beg him for more so I can find my desperate release when he flicks his tongue out against my clit. I realize in this world, I have a ring pierced around my clit I’ve never had before, it makes it so much more sensitive than before, a new sensation that I didn’t know existed. He begins licking me as he fucks me, and it’s so embarrassing yet hot to hear it loudly blasting from the speakers. I’m moaning louder and louder now, and my mind imagines the audience is still there, cheering us on as I do a dirty act, a show for them all to see.
His tongue is so, so good. He reads my body like he owns it, for him to command, and I can feel myself rise and rise. The sounds grow louder and louder around us, the acts we’re doing clearly distinguishable now. He sticks his tongue out and flicks my clit as hard as he could, and I let out a loud scream as I come.
My body clenches the handle of the microphone over and over again, like I want it deeper as I lose control of it. I open my eyes just slightly, and see the dimpled grin again, except so much more wicked this time. “I’ve always wanted to do that to someone,” he says. I’m glad I’m the one he got to experiment that on.
He pulls it out of me right when the spirit appears. I almost want to complain, since I haven’t had my share of his man yet, but I know it’s time.
I hold on to its hand, and leave with him, the stage still very clear below us as we do.
Part 5
The cat meows as it jumps down from the window, and I watch it walk down the street, wondering who it belongs to. The spirit had just dropped me off, and I’m standing on the first floor of someone’s house, like a deer in headlights.
It feels intrusive, a home that an interloper is standing in, and I’m wondering if I should walk out the door, and explore the small town I’ve been dropped in. There’s sounds coming from the kitchen, and a man comes out of it, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. “Sorry it took so long,” he says, and sits down on the couch. There’s TV blasting a movie, and I ponder how I hadn’t noticed it until now.
I’m about to sit down next to him when another man comes out from the bathroom behind us, he looks between the two of us, sniffs the smell of popcorn in the air, and says, “looks like I finished just in time.”
The two of them sit on either side of me, and the movie continues to play on. I can’t pay attention to it, though, because I can smell the scent of them, musky and strong, and I keep hoping the movie will stop so they’ll finally have their way with me. As soon as they finish, they click it off, and begin discussing it, until the first man, one with blonde hair that falls to his shoulders says, “I think you’ve been waiting long enough.” I instinctively know him as Demetrius.
They bring me upstairs to a well decorated bedroom, but I barely pay attention to it as the two of them begin to strip. They’re both hard, their cocks standing erect in the warm room. The second man, Peter, has brown hair, blue eyes and square framed glasses. He approaches me, and pulls my flowy blue dress off of me. “We’re going to finally do it today,” he says, and pushes me onto the bed. I’m looking forward to what they have planned for me, so much so I’m already wet with need, but Peter is already in between my legs, his stubble grazing against my thighs as he begins to lick me.
I’m stretched out along the bed, and my eyes peer up at Demetrius, who’s stroking his cock and making his way around the bed to where my face is. My mouth is slightly open from the pleasure, and he takes the opportunity to sink his cock into it. I taste the salty musk of it, and can’t help but breathe in the scent. He goes slowly, but when he realizes I can take all of him, he pushes even deeper, until he’s all the way down my throat. Peter doesn’t stop his licking, and makes it so hard for me to concentrate on pleasuring Demetrius, but I try anyway, my tongue swirling over and over every time the tip is available to me.
When Peter is satisfied at how needy I get, he pushes my legs apart, and climbs onto the bed. I watch as he aligns his cock against my entrance, and my heart skips a beat as he pushes inside of me. “Oooooh….” I can’t help myself, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Don’t forget about me,” Demetrius scolds, his cock still inside of me. The two of them saw across my insides, making me feel like I’m about to break in two. The momentum is so strong the bed and floor shakes, but I don’t care about a second of it, there’s just too much sensation for my body to focus on.
When I open my eyes, I’m pleased to find that Demetrius and Peter have begun kissing each other, their lips making soft caresses across each other’s skin. It becomes messier and messier, until their saliva drips down onto my breasts. I don’t think I’d ever seen such a beautiful sight. Peter pulls away and gives me his full attention, his mouth wrapping around my nipples as he sucks and teases them, I moan loudly, but the sound is muffled by Demetrius’s cock in my mouth.
“We should all cum at the same time,” Peter announces.
Demetrius chuckles, and the noise ends with a loud groan. I’m pleased that I’m able to make him lose control like this. “It’ll be difficult, but we can try. What do you say?” He looks down at me, and I nod determinedly and give his cock a hard suck, making him buckle. It makes me feel so powerful. “So that’s the game we’re playing, huh?” He says.
Peter begins fucking me faster and faster, and I work Demetrius in the same rhythm while playing with my own clit. It’s going to be explosive for all three of us, I can feel it. More, more, more. I need more.
Demetrius suddenly pulls out of my mouth, and Peter does the same, they aim their cocks on my body, and I’m still touching myself while watching them. “Ready?” Peter says. His voice is shaky, like it's hard for him to get out even one word. \
We all break at once, and I feel Peter and Demetrius’ cum splatter on top of me, ropes and ropes on my body. Seconds later, I cum as well, my body arching off of the bed and accepting more of their cum. It takes me the longest to calm down again, and when I do, I realize I’m covered head to toe in white sticky fluid. I can’t help but let out a smile, and they do too as they look at each other. “Well, that went even better than I thought,” Demetrius says.
This time, the spirit lets me lay with them, the three of us in an embrace, our limbs curing into each other, before it takes me away.
Part 6
It was the longest gap since I returned to the chamber, and I was eager to do so. I’ve been feeling hornier and hornier recently, and I find that I cannot sate myself without the people in the other worlds guiding me. I’m feeling needy as I sit down on the chair, and I wait impatiently for the spirit this time, wondering if it's forgotten me.
No, it shows up after a few minutes, though it can tell I have a nervous expression on my face. I can tell it gives me a gentle smile, and it reaches its hands out, both of them this time, towards me. “Are you going to bring me somewhere exciting today?” I ask, knowing the answer is always yes. It nods, and we fly off together, past constellation after constellation, the stars connected by strands of light, until we arrive at my destination.
I’m shocked to find that I’m in a white room, devoid of everything except for a glass window on one side. I can see someone on the other side, in a room that looks except for mine. He walks towards me and places his palm against the window. I do the same thing, our palms meeting each other. “Hello,” he says.
“Hi,” I reply, “what are we doing here?”
“They’ve locked us inside,” he says. “But we can still play, if you want to.”
I cock my head, wondering what means, how can we pleasure each other when there’s no way to touch each other? He responds by moving back slowly, his expression concentrated as he begins to pull his top off. He has the most muscular body I’ve ever seen, like he’s exercised every day of his life to achieve such a thing. I want to touch it desperately, to glide my fingers across the hard skin and test its strength, but there’s no way for me to do so. He inclines his head at me, like it's my turn, and I do the same, wrapping my hand around my shirt, a white gown that matches my pants, and pull it off. He stares at my body, his expression so intense it makes me feel incredibly sexy.
He points his finger at my bra, and I smirk as I take that off too, revealing hardened nipples underneath. He licks his lips, and I wish they were on my nipples, biting and sucking at them. It’s his turn now, and he pulls down his pants. I’m shocked to find there’s nothing underneath, and his cock is erect and firm as it hits his stomach. His thighs and legs are just as toned as the rest of his body, and I know if we were fucking, he’d be able to last for hours.
It’s my turn now, and I pull down my pants and panties at the same time, revealing my perfectly groomed pussy for him. He can’t stop staring at it, and we stand there for long seconds, eyes trailing each other’s bodies in the way our fingers cannot. He pulls on a chair I hadn’t noticed, a white wood just like the color of the rest of the room, and sits down on it.
I do the same with my chair. He wraps his strong hand around his cock, and begins a long delicious stroke of it, never stopping eye contact with me. It’s the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life, and I wish I could frame the moment, and keep it with me forever.
I almost want to break eye contact, not being able to take the intensity of his eyes. I know what he wants, and I mirror him by putting my own fingers against myself. “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you,” he demands. With one hand, I pinch my own nipples, playing with them as my other fingers begin pushing into my pussy.
“I’m imagining it’s your cock inside of me,” I say boldly. His breath hitches in response, like he hadn’t expected me to be so brazenly wanton.
His fingers begin pumping his hard cock, and I can see every vein on it, giving him the blood to make his cock larger, and can see the beading at the tip, a drop of precum that he flicks his thumb over. “Put it in your mouth,” I say, needing to see it. His eyes widen as he listens, his thumb pushing into his mouth as he sucks on it.
I let out a moan, unable to stop myself. The image of him sucking on his own fingers from my request is too much for me to handle. “I can see how wet you are,” he teases. In response, my legs widen further, so he can see the way my middle and index fingers push into me over and over again. “Fuck…” he groans, and pumps himself even harder.
“Play with your balls,” I tell him. He reaches his other hand around and cups his balls, moving them between his fingers as I watch.
“Is this how you usually make men lose their minds?” He says, his breathing now coming out ragged and short.
My breathing sounds the same as I increase my speed. "How do you know that I make men lose their minds?”
“Look at that body, how could you not?” He meets me stroke for stroke, until I can’t take it anymore.
He stands up from the chair, and moves so close to the window his breath fogs it in front of him. I continue sitting on my chair, and watch as he cums, his eyes shutting as his cock contracts, and his cum shoots towards the window between us, coating it over and over. Watching the expression when he cums makes me explode as well, and he watches every second of it as my pussy contracts around my fingers over and over, and my fluid flows out onto the seat beneath me.
He presses his hand against the window again, the one now covered in my cum. It takes me all the effort in the world to stand up and do the same to him, our fingers now divided by our fluids and the glass. “I can’t wait to ravage you without this divide between us,” he says, his voice even deeper than before.
“Likewise,” I grin, before feeling the spirit’s presence behind me.