XXX-Box

Dave's roommate is glued to the screen, mashing buttons, trash-talking strangers while hunting that victory crown. Every time he tries to grab her attention she just leans harder into the controller, zoned out like nothing else exists. So Dave stops asking. He drops down behind her, yanks her shorts aside and buries two fingers in her soaked pussy without a word. She twitches, moans a little, but her thumbs never leave the sticks. He fingers her deeper, spreading her open, then stands, lines up and shoves his cock straight in. The couch creaks as he pounds her from behind. She gasps on impact, head still tracking the game. Every hard thrust rocks her body, yet she keeps murdering pixel squads like he’s not railing her senseless. Dave grips her hips tighter, slams harder, balls slapping her ass loud and nasty, but her focus never breaks. Right as he unloads deep inside her she lets out one breathy curse—because the game just gave her the crowned win, not because he flooded her.