I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 78: Tapping That Ass [R-18+]

Chapter 78: Tapping That Ass [R-18+]

"Hmm! Ah, I’m fucking losing it!" Kelly’s voice cracked, her whole frame trembling. Then it hit, her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming hard, twitching like a live wire. Burr, Burr, That familiar squeeze, the rapid clench-and-release of her orgasm milking him.

"Hmm! Haha..." She shuddered, gasping, her eyes rolling back. "Fuck... today’s insane..."

"Whoa," Alex breathed, smirking. "I’m not done. Gonna fuck you senseless."

He ramped it up, slamming into her quivering cunt even harder. Her ass bounced, her screams pitched higher, raw, desperate, unhinged.

"Kwaaaaah! Haha! Ugh! Shit, it’s too good!" Kelly thrashed under him, her reaction wilder than ever. He could feel it too, his dick throbbing, the heat spiking. She was better today, no question, but part of him, fuck, he hated admitting it, was picturing Emma. That thick ass, those wet panties, bent over just like this. Guilt flicked at him, but it only made him fuck Kelly harder.

"Whew," he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on Kelly’s bouncing hips. Soon, Emma. Fucking soon.

"Haaaaa..." Kelly screamed, shaking under me as I slammed my dick into her hard. Her pussy was wet and tight, sucking me in. I kept going, bang! bang! bang!, fucking her fast with her ass up, legs wobbling.

"Fuck, Alex!" she yelled, grabbing the sheets, her tits bouncing. I held her hips tight, pulling her back onto me, watching her ass shake. I thought of Emma’s wet panties for a second, same pose, but Kelly’s cries kept me here, fucking her crazy.

"Cum, fucking cum now!" I growled, going harder, my balls slapping her. Her pussy squeezed me tight, twitch, twitch, and she lost it.

"Hmm! Haha..." She shook all over, wet dripping down her legs. "Fuck, yes!" she shouted, head jerking. I kept pounding till she was done, a sweaty mess.

"Shit," I said, pulling out, my dick still hard and wet. Kelly flopped flat, breathing heavy, ass down. I dropped next to her, sweaty and tired, the room smelling like sex.

We stayed there a bit, her legs open, pussy red, my dick resting. She looked at me, smiling. "Whoa... you were wild today. Harder than usual?"

"Yeah, maybe," I said, breathing slow, grinning. I was extra horny. Sex always got me going, but thinking of Emma’s ass while fucking Kelly made it nuts.

She stretched, tits jiggling. "You okay?"

"Yeah. That was fucking good." We got up, washed off the mess, and fell back on the bed, naked and chill. The buzz was gone, just calm now.

"Hey, quick question," I said, leaning up.

"Huh?" She looked at me.

"When do girls wanna fuck? What starts it?"

She laughed. "What? When do you wanna fuck?"

"Yeah."

"When I’m horny, dummy," she said, grinning.

I laughed too. "Okay, yeah, true." Same for me, horny means go. "Alright, how do you tell a guy? Not me, like, some dude from a club you wanna bang again. How do you show it?"

She smirked, thinking back to how we started, me pulling her in. "I’d text him a lot. If we fucked once and I wanted more, I’d flirt sneaky. Then when we meet, I’d touch him, his arm, his leg, stuff like that."

"Hmm," I said, remembering that. Text a lot, meet up, touch. I thought of Emma, how’d she do it? Good to know for any girl later.

"Like that club guy you fucked?" I teased.

She coughed, face red. "Uh... yeah." She got shy. "Same thing."

"Was round two with him good? Like the first?"

"Nah," she laughed. "First time, I was drunk and thought he was amazing. Next time? Boring. Too much info, sorry."

"Nah, it’s cool," I said, grinning. "We’re not angels." She meant I fucked her better than him. No wonder she stuck with me.

"Yeah," she said, stretching. "Today was hot. Like our first time, fucking great."

"Glad you think so," I said, my dick jumping a little.

"...Wanna do it again?" she asked, voice low and sexy.

"Huh?"

Her hand slid down, grabbing my soft dick. She rubbed my balls slow, then stroked up, waking it up. "I want it twice today..." she said, looking at me, all dirty.

"Fuck..." I didn’t plan it, but that hand? That face? Hell yes.

She climbed on me, pussy wet and close, rubbing my dick. "Come on, Alex," she said, teasing me. "Fuck me again."

I flipped her over, slammed my dick in hard, bang!

, and she screamed, legs wide. I fucked her fast, bed shaking, wall banging. "Yes, harder!" she yelled, scratching my back, pussy squeezing me.

....

Emma couldn’t forget that day.

Several days had passed, yet she still found herself lost in thought as she walked. The memories of that day suddenly resurfaced, making her heart race and her stomach churn.

"Why... why isn’t there a reply?"

Emma pursed her lips, tapping on her phone screen.

Her first lingerie modeling shoot had been incredibly embarrassing. And yet, at the same time, it had become an unforgettable memory—one she wasn’t sure she even wanted to forget.

Whenever she had a moment to herself, she would instantly recall the scene at the studio—the way the camera lens had captured even her most intimate angles.

To make matters worse, despite it being called "lingerie," the outfit she wore had barely covered anything. She had even been asked to pose in ways that made her feel utterly exposed.

"Ugh..."

Emma shook her head, trying to push the memories away, and picked up her phone again.

Out of habit, she opened her messaging app and clicked into the chat with her manager, Alex.

The conversation was one-sided—only her messages were there. The small "1" next to them hadn’t disappeared, meaning he still hadn’t read them.

"Hmmm....huhhhh."

The messages themselves were simple.

The day after the shoot, she had sent: "Thank you for your hard work yesterday." Then, a follow-up: "Would it be okay for me to check the photos?"

But after that, there had been nothing.

As time passed with no response, she had started to ramble to herself, fighting the urge to delete her messages. But there was no way to take them back.

She had gone from "Sorry if I made any mistakes during the shoot" to "I think I can do better next time."

And this morning, after three days of silence, she had finally sent: "Is something wrong?"

"I already got paid for the shoot, so there’s no reason for me to be worried about this..."