I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 82: Wet Dream Girl! [R-18+]

Chapter 82: Wet Dream Girl! [R-18+]

Thrust—

"Fuuuuck, yes!" she screamed, her body jolting.

"Holy shit," I muttered, grinning.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed my cock all the way in with one hard thrust. Emma’s whole body jerked, and she gasped loud as my dick hit the back of her dripping pussy.

"Haaaa... fuck, it hurts so good..."

She clawed at the blanket, gripping it tight with her hands, whimpering through the sting. I stopped for a second, letting her stretched-out cunt get used to my size.

But she wasn’t quiet about it.

Creak—Creak—

"Huh... haaa..." she sniffled, her voice shaky but needy.

While she whined, I yanked off the jacket she had on. I unzipped it fast, and her bra popped right into view—black and lacy, just like I’d figured. I wanted to tear it off and smash my bare chest against her tits, but with my cock still buried deep in her pussy, stripping her myself was a fucking challenge.

Meanwhile, Emma’s cries were calming down. Her pained whimpers started turning into horny little moans, bit by bit.

"Haaaauuu... fuck me already..." she purred, her voice dripping with want.

"Should I start pounding you now?" I asked, smirking.

"Ah... hmm... yes, fuck yes..."

"Take that damn bra off first."

Squelch—

"Fuck!" she yelped.

I told her to wiggle her hips while I pushed my cock even deeper into her sloppy wet cunt. Emma flinched, her eyes fluttering like crazy, and she let out a moan so loud it was almost a scream. No one could tell if it was pain or pure fucking pleasure anymore.

Squelch—Squelch—

She started rocking her hips, making wet, sloppy sounds. Slow and smooth at first, letting me feel every inch of her tight, soaked pussy as I slid in deep, balls-deep into her.

"Haha, haha... Shit, it’s... so fucking good..."

"You said it’s good, huh, Emma?"

"Ah... fuck, Emma wants it bad..."

"I told you to rip that bra off, you little slut."

"Fuck, yes!"

Squelch—Squelch—

She reached behind her back, fumbling to unhook her bra, and started moving faster. Her breathing got heavy and ragged, and her hips slammed harder against me.

Creak—Creak—Creak—Creak—

"Haha, haha! Fuuuck!"

Pop—

"Shit! Hmm, fuck me, Emma!"

Her bra finally snapped free, letting her big, juicy tits spill out. Her whole body shook as she ground herself against me, her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.

Squeeze—

"Haha! Ah, it’s too fucking good, you bastard!"

Her dirty moans exploded from her mouth now. The Emma who’d been wincing in pain when I first shoved my cock in? She was long gone.

Thump—Thump—

She threw more force into it, slamming her pussy down on me. My cock plunged deep and hard into her, making her whole body rock and tremble like crazy.

"Haaaa! Fuck me harder, you prick! Emma needs it!"

"Ha. You okay, you filthy little thing?"

"Yes, yes! I fucking love it, I’m all yours!"

Watching her moan and beg like a horny mess filled me with a rush of power. She was mine, and she fucking loved it.

Emma was like a wet dream girl, a tempting girl body I couldn’t ignore. Her skin felt warm and silky under my fingers, and when I held her soft, round breasts, a thrill shot through me.

They were full and perfect, fitting my hands like they belonged there. Each time I moved inside her, her body shook just right, her curves jiggling in a way that made my heart pound.

She was all softness and heat, pulling me in deeper with every push.

Her tightness hugged me close, wet and smooth, her juices making everything slide so easily. It felt stretchy and firm, grabbing me every time I pressed forward. The sound of it filled the room—a steady thump-thump-thump that matched our rhythm.

"Wow... oh man," I muttered, my breath short and shaky.

"Ahhh! Ohhh! Yes, it’s amazing!" Her voice spilled out in gasps and moans, sweet and real, each one hitting me like a wave of fire.

When I was totally caught up in her, those noises she made were everything.

My mind went blank—no worries, no distractions—just the feel of sliding into her, her grip sparking jolts of pleasure as I rocked my hips back and forth.

Nothing else mattered in that moment; it was like the world shrank down to just us.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, her voice trembling with a thrill that shook me too.

A low rumble escaped me—"Wow"—as I lost myself in the motion, my body moving like a machine, chasing the rush.

Emma’s moans grew louder, her whole frame quivering beneath me. Her insides pulsed, twitching wildly, and without thinking, I froze, caught in the peak of it all. Her shaking was fierce, like a storm rolling through her.

I let out a long breath—"Phew"—and the sudden pause snapped me back a little. It’d been ages since I’d let go like that, moving on pure instinct, hips driving like they had a mind of their own. It took me back to the wild early days when I’d chase that high just because I craved it so bad.

"Ahhh... ahhh..." Emma’s breathing slowed, soft and shaky, as she came down from the rush. Her mind seemed to drift back to the moment, maybe even to whatever task she’d forgotten in the heat of it all.

"Whew. Lift your legs," I said, my voice low but firm.

"Huh... what?" she mumbled, still dazed.

"Grab one leg at a time and pull them up."

"Oh... like this?" Her tone perked up, curious and playful.

"Quickly."

"Okay... here..." She stretched her legs wide, hands gripping her calves, hoisting them high. Her body formed a perfect V, hips tilted up, showing me everything. Even when I held still, her wetness twitched toward me, begging for more.

"Got it. You’re all open now," I said, a grin tugging at my lips.

A sharp snap of sound—"Ahhh!"—burst from her as I slid back in. She obeyed without hesitation, lifting her legs higher, then letting them ease closer together. It made her grip even tighter, squeezing me in the best way.

Thump-thump-thump—the rhythm picked up again.

"Ahhh! Ohhh! Feels so good!" she cried, her voice sharper now, still raw from her last high. Her body answered every move I made, alive with fresh sparks.

Watching her hold herself open like that, I leaned in, pressing her hips forward while her shoulders stayed back. It drove me deeper, and the sound of us—thump-thump—filled the air.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, loud and free.

"Whew. Look down," I said, guiding her.

"Huh...?"

"Lie back. I’m flipping you over."

The bed creaked as I pulled out, and she let out a small whimper, missing me already. But she rolled over fast, pushing her hips up toward me. Her stance was messy, though—off-balance and clumsy.

"Drop your waist. Just lift your hips," I told her.

"Oh... like this?" Her voice trembled, eager to please.

"Yeah, that’s it."

She adjusted quick, no hint of holding back. Lying flat, I pressed her waist down with one hand, tilting her hips up and pulling them closer. She was perfect now, all lined up.

"Spread yourself with your hands," I said.

"Huh? What...?"

"Use your hands. Open up. I want to see you."

"Oh..." Her breath hitched, a shy little sound, but she obeyed. Face down on the bed, she reached back, trembling as her fingers parted her wetness.

A slick sound—shlick—cut through the quiet. Her hips stayed high, hands stretching herself wide. The sight was unreal—her juices glistened, white and thick, coating the pink inside that shimmered under the light.

"Nice," I said, voice low and steady.

"Ahhh... hurry, please..." she begged, her tone desperate.

"Why so fast?"

"Uh... I... ngh..." She stumbled over her words, needy and flustered.

"Spreading yourself like that, begging me to take you. Feels that good, huh?"

"Oh..." She squirmed, embarrassed but pressing harder, opening herself even more. The flesh stretched wide, twitching inside, practically calling me back.

"Feels good being all open, doesn’t it?"

"I... uh... yeah..." She laughed nervously, then melted—"Okay, yes..."

"Whew. Keep it wide when I go in."

The bed creaked as I lined up—"Ohhh!"—and she moaned loud the second I slipped inside. It was easy this time, her body already welcoming me back.

Creak-creak—the rhythm built slow.

"Ahhh! Oh, so deep!" she gasped, her voice breaking with every push.

"Yeah, it’s wide and perfect," I said, steadying myself. Thump-thump—I gripped her hips, not her backside, using them to pull her into me. She’d started shaky, but now she found her groove, lowering her waist and lifting her hips just right, chasing the angle that lit her up.

"Ha. How’d you hold back last time you wanted this?" I teased, keeping the pace. Thump-thump.

"Ha... ha... oh..." She panted, lost in it.

"I was busy, right? Filming or finishing something?"

Thump-thump. "Ahhh! Ohhh! So good! So full!" Her cries spiked, wild and loud.

"Did it feel so good you wanted to sneak off and touch yourself?"

"Ahhhh!" Her body jolted, her wetness trembling again. Her hips jerked up, shaking hard as another wave hit her.