Playing amazing video games with my friends [FNF]

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a neon glow over the arcade, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap plastic. I was nestled in the corner, fingers dancing over the controller, eyes locked on the screen. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over me, blocking the light. A pair of enormous, doe-like eyes stared down, framed by a cascade of golden hair. “Mind if I join you?” she purred, her voice a sultry melody. I could only nod, my mouth dry as she squeezed in beside me, her thigh pressing against mine. Her uniform, a tight, white sailor dress, strained against her massive breasts, the buttons threatening to pop. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear, “You know, I’ve always been terrible at these games. But I’m great at other things…” Her hand snaked down, gripping my thigh, her fingers digging in. I could feel the heat of her palm, the dampness of her skin. She turned to me, her eyes wide, lips parted, a thin line of drool trickling down her chin. “Like making boys feel good,” she whispered, her hand inching higher, her nails scraping against the fabric of my pants.

The game beeped and flashed, forgotten as her other hand cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing against my lips. She smirked, a wicked, hungry look, her eyes glowing with lust. She leaned back, her massive tits heaving, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast, her eyes never leaving mine. “Touch me,” she commanded, her voice a low growl. I squeezed, her flesh soft and yielding, her nipple hardening under my touch. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound, her eyes rolling back. She grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand down, down, down, until I could feel the heat of her pussy, the dampness of her panties. She ground against my hand, her eyes wild, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was a goddess, a monster, a beast of pure lust, and I was her willing sacrifice. Her hand shot to her chest, ripping open her uniform, her massive tits spilling out, bouncing obscenely. She grabbed one, squeezing it, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She leaned in, her tit pressing against my face, her nipple brushing against my lips. “Suck,” she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. I opened my mouth, taking her in, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked, my hand still grinding against her pussy. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound, her body trembling, her thighs clamping down on my hand. She was a vision of pure, unadulterated lust, her body writhing, her eyes wild, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was a goddess, a monster, a beast of pure desire, and I was her willing participant. Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing, her juices dripping down my hand, pooling on the floor. She collapsed against me, her body heaving, her breath ragged. She turned to me, her eyes soft, her lips curled in a satisfied smile. “Thanks for the game,” she purred, her hand reaching down, stroking my cock through my pants. “But the fun’s just beginning…”