“She is not a curse, she is a blessing. She is a gift from God.”
KitKat:he said she
blud_is_cooked:?????
coolguy_404:confirmed girl under desk
I shove Kit’s head down a little more, feeling my tip hit the back of his throat. He takes it without a sound, just breathing through his nose, and stays where I put him. My dick throbs hard, but I take it slow. I want it to last longer this time.
The chat is screaming, asking if I’m serious, if they can see more. Donations are pouring in.
I ignore all of it. My eyes are half-lidded, my grip on Kit’s hair steady, my hips rolling so very slow. In. Out. In. Out. His throat’s even more slick with the cum I just fed him.
“I might keep her,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice casual. “She’s got a great mouth. Doesn’t talk back. Doesn’t ask for anything. Zero maintenance.”
The chat is a blur. I catch fragments: “fake,” “no way,” “who is she,” “finna need that link,” “bro is living the dream.”
I laugh. “You guys are so thirsty. It’s embarrassing.”
My hand drifts from my mouse. I don’t need it—my character’s dead anyway. I lean back further, let the camera catch more of my arm, the way my hand’s buried in Kit’s hair. My hips twitch forward, and he takes it, still as a statue, still as a fucking sex doll, and I think I could do this forever. I could just sit here, using his mouth, watching the chat lose its mind, pretending I’m some chad with a girl who can’t get enough.
“You want to see more?” I ask.
The chat says yes. The chat says please. The chat is losing its mind.
“Too bad. This is not OF.”
I grab Kit’s head with both hands. Yank him in and lock him there.
So much for taking it slow.
I grip his hair tighter, forcing him down, feeling his throat work frantically around me.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay, yeah—”
I come again, harder this time. My whole body locks up, hips jerking, hands shaking, and I’m looking right at the camera when I do it. Yeah, let them see. Who cares about being banned anyway?
When I pull out, Kit’s lips are red and cummy.
I wipe my dick on his cheek, grab my mouse, and queue for another match.
“So anyway,” I say to the camera, “who wants to watch me actually win this time?”
The chat is still going. Still donating. Someone named YourGURL is asking if she can get under my desk next. I laugh,tell her to get in line and that she should’ve been a better fan earlier.
My hand finds Kit’s hair again, resting there, feeling him warm and still, and pretending I’m not already thinking about putting him right back to work for round three.
xX_Slay3r_Xx:bro you are actually insane
glazing_expert:literally unhinged behavior holy shit
TechBro420:best stream hands down
KitKat:the commitment to the bit is unreal
I smirk at the camera.
“What can I say?” I tell them. “I’m a gamer. I commit.”
