Nash opened the door with a cautious nudge, the key card beeping softly as the lock disengaged.

The room beyond was dimly lit, a single overhead bulb casting long shadows across what looked like a forgotten staff lounge.

Rows of metal lockers lined one wall, dented and scratched from years of use, while a battered couch sagged in the corner beside a small table cluttered with old coffee mugs, crumpled memos, and a dusty microwave.

The air smelled faintly of stale popcorn and cleaning supplies, the kind of utilitarian space tucked away for venue workers to grab a break during shows.

No windows, just the noise of distant bass from the pre-concert festivities audible through the walls.

Nash stepped inside, Sarra close behind, her hand still clasped in his.

"What is this place?" Nash muttered, more to himself than her, his brow furrowing as he observed the room.

The system's mental GPS had led him here like a beacon, but why? No obvious quest markers, no pings, just this empty, dark, forgotten limbo.

System's playing games again. Door in Sector B-7... for what? Befriending Aiko Tanaka? How does this tie in?

He turned to glance back at the door, maybe there was a hint, a name on the door or something.

But before he could act, Sarra closed it behind him. Nash blinked.

"Huh?"

Sarra let out a soft sigh of relief, her curvy frame relaxing visibly as she pressed closer to him in the dim light.

Her massive boobs brushed against his arm, the weight of them impossible to ignore even through her fitted top.

She adjusted her glasses, her shy eyes flickering up to his with a mix of nervousness and something warmer, more insistent.

"It's okay, Nash. We're alone now... away from the crowd. That's what you wanted, right?"

Her voice was soft, almost whispering, but there was a clingy edge to it, her free hand clutching his shirt, pulling him a step nearer as if afraid he'd vanish.

Nash blinked, caught off guard.

"Wait, Sarra, hold up. I didn't bring you here for... Hum... I mean now wouldn't be a good time..."

But she was already leaning in, her voluptuous body molding against his, those enormous boobs squishing softly against his chest like plush pillows begging to be squeezed.

She was a vision of overwhelming sensuality, her curves, the way her hips flared out in those tight jeans, accentuating an ass that looked firm yet jiggly, perfect for gripping.

Damn... Those boobs... Maybe I should rethink about my priorities... Wait, no! The mission, the mission comes first.

He shook his head, trying to focus, but her scent, sweet and floral, mixed with the faint arousal building between them, made it hard. Human thoughts raced.

She was so damn sexy, and she didn't even know it. Clumsy, sweet, trying to be bold for him.

He could dive in right now... but she had a body that could easily make him crazy, and with his upgrades?

If he gave in, she'll be limping out of here tonight.

Sarra misinterpreted his hesitation, her cheeks flushing deeper behind her glasses. She bit her lip, that introverted shyness clashing adorably with her scandalous body, making her look like a pin-up girl attempting her first seduction.

"You... you said all those things outside. About how hot I am, how my body's perfect, how you've become better just to be worthy of me. And now... a dark room, just us? I-I get it, Nash. It's okay. I want to... please you. Be there for you, like you said."

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for his belt, fingers fumbling clumsily in her eagerness, cute, endearing, like a kitten batting at a toy too big for its paws.

She dropped to her knees slowly, her massive boobs heaving with each breath, the top straining to contain them as she looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes.

"Let me... show you how much I like you."

Nash's monster stirred instantly, tenting his pants as he stared down at her.

Fuck, she's initiating? Come on, I'm trying to not break you... look at that face, those curves. But the system... Ah, damn... screw it, maybe this is part of it. A quickie, then investigate.

"Sarra, you sure? I mean, we're in some random staff room, and I don't want to—"

She nodded quickly, her glasses slipping down her nose a bit before she pushed them up, a shy smile breaking through.

"I'm sure. You've been so good to me... let me be good to you."

Her fingers finally undid his zipper, freeing his enormous cock, veins pulsing under the dim light.

Sarra's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wrapped her soft hands around the base, her touch soft and hot.

"It's... even bigger than I remember. So warm..."

Nash groaned lightly, his reluctance melting as she leaned in, her hot breath teasing the tip. From his view, her body was a feast, those I-cup boobs swelling with each inhale, nipples hardening visibly through the fabric, begging to be freed.

She was a peak of human perfection. Soft, curvy, like she was made to be worshipped. He wanted to squeeze those tits till she moaned, feel them overflow his hands.

He threaded a hand gently through her hair, guiding but not forcing.

"You're too damn cute like this, Sarra. Go slow... yeah, just like that."

She started with a kiss on the head, her lips plush and hesitant, then parted them to take him in slowly, slurping softly as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling clumsily around the girth.

It was adorable, her inexperience shining through in the way she paused to adjust, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, a little drool escaping the corners of her mouth.

"Mmm... you taste good," she murmured between licks, her voice muffled, eyes flicking up for approval.

Nash's hips twitched, the sensation building as she worked more confidently, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach—glug, glug—as she gagged lightly but pushed on, determined to please.

"Fuck, Sarra... that's perfect. Your mouth's so warm, so soft,"

Nash encouraged, his voice husky, thoughts racing.

She's trying so hard... that tongue, flicking just right. Wanna grab her head and go deeper, nah, let her lead. Those boobs though... Damn... Gotta feel 'em soon.

After a few minutes of her sweet, sloppy blowjob, wet slurps filling the room, her saliva coating him slick, she pulled back with a pop, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip.

Her glasses were fogged, cheeks flushed, but she smiled shyly.

"I... I want to try something else. For you."

She straightened on her knees, shimmying out of her top with clumsy tugs, freeing those scandalous gigantic boobs..they spilled out like twin mountains, heavy and full, nipples erect and pink, jiggling softly as she cupped them.

It was hypnotic: the way they overflowed her hands, soft skin dimpling under her fingers, gravity-defying yet so weighty they swayed with every breath.

Holy shit... they're enormous.

He saw them before, but the spectacle was still fascinating.

He wanted so badly to squeeze them, feel that heaviness in his palms, bury himself between them and never stop.

She pressed them together around his cock, enveloping him in a plush valley of flesh, the girth stretching her cleavage, but the softness hugging him like a custom glove.

"Like this?" she asked cutely, starting to slide them up and down, her movements awkward at first but gaining rhythm—squish, squish—as precum leaked from his tip, lubing the way.

Nash thrust gently between them, the sensation mind-blowing: warm, enveloping, her boobs so heavy they slapped against his thighs with each pump.

"Yeah... just like that, Sarra. Your tits are incredible. So soft, so big... feel like heaven," he murmured, reaching down to squeeze one, his hand sinking into the yielding flesh, thumb flicking her nipple.

She whimpered sweetly, her voice adding to the charm, pausing to adjust her grip, glasses slipping again as she focused on pleasing him.

As the pace built, Nash felt his balls tightening. He could recognize this feeling, the system's enhancements had made his load build massively.

It was surprising, usually it would take a lot to earn his cum, but it seemed that under the right circumstances, or rather fetishes, he could blow earlier.

Maybe because he had barely fucked this girl, despite being so sexy and cute, he was now more vulnerable to her charms.

"Sarra... I'm close. Gonna cum..."

She nodded eagerly, switching back to her mouth for the finish, taking him deep as he erupted.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth, inflating her cheeks like balloons, the volume overwhelming but delicious, aphrodisiac-filled as always.

Sarra's eyes widened, but she held it, savoring the erotic rush, the cum's warmth spreading through her like liquid fire, heightening her arousal, making her pussy throb.

Just like in that video... they said swallowing would please him most.... Hm... It... Tastes... so good...

With a gulp, she swallowed it all down, then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show the empty, glistening proof, cum residue shining under the dim light.

"See? All gone..."

Nash's heart skipped a beat, a surge of lust hitting him like a truck, his dick hardening instantly, throbbing anew.

... Ok, screw it, I dive in.

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