Like it was nature’s own sports drink she started lapping it up more and more until she pursed her lips to it and just sucked it into her mouth swallowing. “Faster, Slut, don’t just stand there enjoying it!” she commands her avatar slave, as she struggles to get the next one past her vaginal lips. But like a junky she and wasn’t going to stop just because the high was gone, her orgasms and her refusal to let her hornyness drop bellow a boil meant it was now a self-reinforcing cycle. Or you one of them that is just going to start crying? She is lost in sensation as many hands soap up her body; fondling her boobs, her ass, and creeping to the mons of her vagina. Slowly her points started to climb, and the amount of pleasure direct to her brain dropped, and she was determined to keep on getting that rush. The arrows led her from one to the next naked through the building and toward the other side of the building. She ran over the hill where the train tracks lay and to the other side. And before she left because of habit she checked her pockets, only to laugh at herself and rush out the door to her new life. As her “skore” rose the pleasure metered
