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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1888025
You or someone you know find a bodysuit device
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Chapter #5

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    by: Dystrophia Author IconMail Icon
You hear a fridge open in the kitchen and turn right.
Marisa is bending over, pulling something out of the fridge. You try your hardest not to nosebleed as you catch sight of her rear.

"Still thirsty?" She says, waving a box of juice as you.

"N-No.." You reply.

"Oh well, more for me." She promptly opens the box and drinks straight from it.

The way her throat moves and sounds as she gulps down the liquid leaves you dizzy, you shake your head and turns around, looking at the living room.
She puts the box back in the fridge and shuts the door, exhaling deeply, satisfied.

"Why didn't you wear me like you did my mother?" You say as she walks past you.

She stops and turns around, looking you square in the eye. Her expression is serious.

"Who's to say I didn't?" She says coldly, before smirking.

"Fuck you." You say, chuckling.

"But seriously though, I brought you here because you saw me, plain and simple. I didn't want to kill you because you didn't beat me to death with that bat."

"Huh, I guess being a nice guy has it's perks sometimes." You say jokingly.

"Hey man, just because I wear people like costumes doesn't mean I'm evil. Though.. I can see why you would think that." She says, holding her chin.

You simply frown and stare. She stops laughing and looks at you, a smile across her face.

"Why do you act so.. happy?" You ask.

"What do you mean..? This is- Oh.." She abruptly stops. "It's.. because I can use this girl's personality."

"What? How does that even work?" You ask, confused.

"It's all in the pens, pal." She chuckles at her lame joke.

"Pens?" You remember the black object that he used to zap you. "Oh, that thing?"

"Yeah, there's another one with different uses, but I'll show you that later." She says.

"Uhm.. okay..?" You say.

She takes you by the wrist and runs up the stairs, pulling you behind her. Leading to you back to the bedroom, she throws a towel at you.

"Time to clean up! You've been out for a while actually. You're pretty smelly." She says.

"Oh, thanks." You reply.

A few minutes later you're in the shower, hot water streams from the showerhead over you when you hear the door open.
A shape approaches the shower curtain and you pull it back to see Marisa stripping right infront of you. She looks at you and giggles.
You stare in awe as she pulls her shirt up and off, revealing her white lacy bra. As she tugs her shorts off, a matching pair of panties is revealed.
She reaches around and unclips the bra and pulls off her underwear, and you promptly look away, not wanting to disgrace her angelic form with your sight.
You dick's pretty much made of stone by now, but it gets worse as the curtain pulls back as Marisa steps into the shower with you.
Turning around, you yell in surprise. A bronze body of pure beauty wraps it's arms around your waist and pulls itself into you.
You feel her breasts squish against your chest, she's not that much shorter than you. As she looks up at you slightly, she giggles.
Your dick's being squished between her pelvis and your body and you couldn't believe you could get this excited.

Jessica..

Remembering your girlfriend, you try to worm out of her grasp and you push her off of you gently.

"Dude, come on! You know I have a girlfriend, right?" You say.

"Yeah, I know, I was just teasing you!" She giggles, one hand cups her breast and gently lifts it. "Besides, your cock is just so.. attractive.."

You frown and back away from her as she eyes you hungrily, looking down, you notice some liquid shimmering between her legs than you know isn't water.
She laughs and walks forward, before she opens her eyes wide and shakes her head, black curls flaying about.

"Damn it! Sorry, I lose control sometimes.. This girl's body is really horny often because she doesn't really hang out with guys." Marisa meekly whispers.

"Well what the fuck do you expect?! You're keeping her here, wearing her!" You shout.

She shuts her eyes and looks down, before she looks up at you and nods.

"Yeah, you're right. But I can't help it. I've got to hide and this is how it's done." She shrugs.

You sigh, looking down at the bar of soap you'd dropped previously due to her spontaneous intrusion. She notices and bends down, purposefully curving her body in a way to expose herself to you. Your eye twitches and you almost instinctively grip your cock. She takes this as an invitation and drops the soap, instead lunging forward and gripping your shaft above your hand. Her thumb on your head, you groan in pleasure.

"Oh wow.." Her eyes widen as she stares at it, you can clearly see that she's struggling. "Just.. let me.."

You watch as she lowers her head, taking your tip in between her luscious lips. Her tongue gently runs along your flesh and you almost whine in pleasure.
Hearing some kind of purr coming from her, she instantly thrusts her head forward and takes it full on, deep throating you. Instantly, you cum inside of her mouth and she chokes. Pulling her head from your member, white seed spills over her lips as she looks up at you. You feel your warm liquids slowly drip down your shaft. You see her cheeks move before she opens her mouth and smiles.

"Did you just.. swallow..?" You ask, one brow raised.

"What else would I do with it?" She says, cocking her head to the side and giggling.

"..You've turned this girl into a slut, man." You say.

"Don't be ridiculous." She says, as you see her hand travels down her body inbetween her legs. Her back falls against the wall as she slumps onto the floor.

You stare in surprise as she fingers herself, her other hand teases her nipple. You're not intrigued by the fact that she's masturbating, but by her facial expression. On her face is plastered a look of intensity and relief, she's so into it right now.

Unsure of what to do, you're getting hard again.

You have the following choices:

1. Fuck Marisa.

2. Let her do her thing in the shower.

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