The game was over and she’d known it for quite some time, every part of her body was a testament to that fact, and to the fact that she’d lost.

She was quite happy about losing of course, each time she’d lost to him a shiver of pleasure like no other she knew of had run through her. Each time she’d felt it she’d wanted to feel it again, and she knew that there was only one way to do so.

That’s why she’d kept coming back to play the game again, why she’d kept agreeing to his terms, not matter how ridiculous they were.

She’d been a typical gamer when they’d played their first game together. Stringy brown hair, acne, flat chested, a little over weight, a pale as a ghost, wearing ratty jeans and a t-shirt. Now she wen to the salon all the time, had a personal plastic surgeon, worked out every day, had a membership to the tanning salon, and a closet full of cute outfits that she could never decided which one she wanted to wear.

He stepped forward and reached out between her legs, unsnapping the buttons that held her outfit together between her thighs, revealing her dripping wet pussy.

He knelt down and pushed his dick right up to her and then reached out and took hold of her tits, before plunging into her.

He used her tits like two giant controllers, jiggling them from side to side, as she slammed in and out of her.

“Oh god baby, control me like a fucking NPC!” she cried out as she threw her head back and screamed and squealed in abject bliss.

She didn’t know how long it lasted, it was impossible to tell through the haze of pleasure that surrounded her, but eventually the haze collapsed into a single point of blinding brightness that then exploded into a massive orgasm.

When she could finally see again, he had left, and she quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When she was finished, she returned to her place and took her position once more, waiting for the next time he wanted to play with her.