Virtual Star Sucks The Real Him Or, if you prefer a more subtle approach: "Watch & Feel" Star's Delight Or, "Virtual Star's Wet Welcome"

A man named Matt is sitting in his chair with a virtual headset on. He's watching his favorite star, Ivy League. He's watching her suck some BBC until the man screams. Matt starts to jerk off. As he starts, Ivy looks dead at him. "Do you like that?" She asks Matt. Matt is unaware. She walks closer to him in the TV screen. Ivy say, "You want me to suck that big cock?" Matt says, "Yes". She goes down on screen & disappears. Matt feels someone deepthroat him. He takes the virtual headset off to see Ivy League swallowing his dick in real life

Matt sank into his leather chair, the VR headset moulding to his face. His eyes were locked onto the holographic screen, where Ivy League was on her knees, taking inches of thick, black cock down her throat. She gagged spectacularly, tears streaming down her face, but she kept pushing, taking more until the man's hips jerked and he roared. Matt's hand was already on his cock, stroking slowly, building heat. He watched Ivy pull off, spit glistening on her chin, her eyes locked onto his. She smiled, licked her lips. "Do you like that?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. Matt's cock twitched, pre-come smearing his thumb. She stood, her tits bouncing, and walked towards him, her hips swaying. The screen flicked off, but she kept moving, closer, closer. "You want me to suck that big cock?" she asked, her voice echoing in his mind. Matt moaned, "Yes." He felt a warm, wet pressure at the tip of his cock, then sucking, deep and hard. He pulled off the headset, his eyes widening. Ivy was on her knees, her mouth full of his cock. She gripped his thighs, pulling him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. He groaned, his head falling back, as she swallowed around him, her throat muscles rippling.

More explicit! She came up gasping. Mat is confused. He asks, "How? But what are you doing here?". She answers by slamming her mouth down on his bbc. She comes up drooling looking at him like it hurt. "You're so big!" She says. She jerks him off with 2 hands while she talks dirty. "Do what you want with my mouth", she says.

Ivy's eyes watered as she pulled off, gasping for air, Matt's cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him, confusion and lust swirling in his eyes. "How—?" he started, but she cut him off, slamming her mouth back down onto his shaft, taking him deep. She gagged, pulled off, drool pouring from her mouth. "You're so big!" she rasped, her voice hoarse. She gripped his cock with both hands, stroking in tandem, her palms slick with saliva. "Do what you want with my mouth," she growled, looking up at him through her lashes. She leaned in, her tongue licking at his slit, gathering the pre-come pooling there. "Fill my throat, Matt. I want to feel you pulse down my neck." Her words sent a shudder through him, his hips jerking slightly. One hand left his cock, her fingers tracing up his stomach, his chest, before digging into his shoulder. She pushed down, taking him deep again, her nose pressing into his pubic hair. She held him there, her throat constricting around his head, before pulling off, coughing. "Fuck my face, Matt," she demanded, her voice a raspy whisper. "Make me take it all."

More explicit! Matt grabbed her hair, and she smacked his hand away. She puts her hair up into a bun, while starring into his soul. "Now, fuck my mouth until you cum!", she whispers. She grabs his hands and makes him grab her bun. "Don't stop until you shoot down my throat, and then still don't stop!", she demanded. He pushes her head down harder. Then harder. Then faster. She moans for more. He thrusts up while he slams her head harder and harder. Her eyes roll back. He let"s her up and she chokes and coughs. She looks up at him and says, "More!".

Matt's breath hitched as he gripped her hair, the soft strands twisting around his fingers. Ivy's eyes flashed with defiance before she smacked his hand away. She swiftly gathered her hair into a tight bun, securing it with a hair tie from her wrist. Her eyes locked onto his, molten with lust and command. "Now, fuck my mouth until you cum," she whispered, her voice a low growl. She grabbed his hands, placing them back on her bun, her fingers pressing his into her hair. "Don't stop until you shoot down my throat, and then still don't stop," she demanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Matt's hips jerked upward as he began to thrust, his grip tightening on her hair. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. She moaned around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. He increased the pressure, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking her mouth with a raw, primal intensity. Ivy's moans turns into guttural sounds of encouragement, her eyes rolling back as he hits the back of her throat and keeps pushing. He let his instincts take over and he fucked her mouth like he owned it. Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that streamed from her eyes. He let her up briefly, her mouth open wide, gasping for air. She coughed, her throat raw, but her eyes begged for more. "More," she rasped, her voice hoarse but insistent. He didn't hesitate, grabbing her bun again, and pushing her head back down, his hips already moving to meet her. Ivy reached up, her fingers digging into his thighs, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

More explicit. Ivy League begins to flood his dick with spit. She's sucking him furiously while he uses both hands to face fuck her mouth. She moans loudly. Matt is close to cumming. His head falls back in the chair as he looks up at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and moans. She is slurping, spitting, and gasping for air as he fucks her mouth. "Baby, your gonna-". Matt doesn't get to finish. He yells as he starts cumming. Ivy League eats his dick up veraciously! He keeps cumming, she keeps sucking harder!

Ivy's mouth was a vortex, pulling him in, sucking him deeper. She flooded his cock with spit, the warm, wet heat enveloping him, her lips stretching wide around his girth. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, her tongue swirling, coating him in her saliva. She moaned loudly, the sound vibrating around his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. Matt's hands gripped her hair tightly, using it as leverage to fuck her mouth. His hips moved in a frenzy, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with brutal intensity. He could feel her throat muscles working, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Matt was close, the pressure building in his balls, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold off his orgasm. But Ivy was relentless, her mouth a perfect, wet vice around him. She slurped and spit, her sounds of hunger and desire filling the air. "Baby, your gonna—" he started, but his words were cut off by a groan as his orgasm hit. He yelled, his body tense, his cock pulsing as he came. Ivy moaned around him, her mouth sucking harder, her tongue lapping at his slit, eager to catch every drop. He kept cumming, his body writhing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. She kept sucking, her head bobbing, her mouth never leaving his cock. She swallowed, her throat constricting around him, milking him for every last drop. His body shuddered, his breath hitched, and he fell back against the chair, spent. She didn't stop, her mouth still working him, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure. Her eyes watered, her jaw ached, but she didn't care. She wanted it all. She wanted him to feel it all.

Matt passed out. Ivy puts the virtual headset back onto Matt. She walks away from him, and back into the screen. Matt wakes up and sees her. She turns around and says, "That was great." He takes the headset off and she's gone. He put it right back on, and she's sexily waving to him, and the video ends. He takes off the headset again. He looks around, and sees all the cum and spit in his lap.

Ivy's voice reached him like a faint echo from a dark place. Matt's eyes fluttered open, the room spinning slightly. His body shuddered with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm, his nerve endings still sizzling. He blinked, his vision clearing to reveal a dimly lit room that wasn't quite his own. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. He rubbed his eyes, his mind foggy. He'd blacked out. He focused on the figure in front of him, a woman with a familiar smile. She was walking away, her hips swaying seductively, and then, she stepped back into the screen. He blinked again. Ivy turned around and said, "that was great." Dinny eyes rolled as he lifted the headset off his head. The room gasped for breath. He was alone, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down, his vision blurring. His heart was racing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He put the headset right back on. Ivy was sexily waving to him. The video ended. He took off the headset again. He looked around the room, his breath hitched in his throat. His lap was soaked. He could see the glistening trails of cum, the saliva, and the raw evidence of their encounter. His cock twitched, already stirring again despite the throbbing in his balls. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the sticky mess. He rubbed his fingers together, the scent of her filling his nostrils. His cock stirred again, hardening at the memory of her mouth, her tongue, her insatiable hunger. He looked around the room, his mind racing. He needed more. He needed her. He put the headset back on, his heart pounding with anticipation. The screen flickered to life, but Ivy was gone. He panicked, but fought to stay calm. He removed and then put the headset back on. His eyes scanned the room, his breath coming in short gasps. He needed to find her. He needed to feel her again. He needed to fuck her mouth until he couldn't see straight.