Video Game Blowjob: GTA V

Title: “Saffron’s Video Game Blowjob: A Grand Theft Auto V Fantasy”

Saffron Bacchus, a sultry gamer girl, lounges on her couch, a PlayStation 4 controller in hand. Her long, toned legs are clad in sheer, black thigh-high stockings, the stark contrast against her tanned skin drawing the eye to her curvy thighs. A white crop top barely contains her ample bosom, and her hair is tied back in a messy bun, wisps framing her face.

On the TV screen, Grand Theft Auto V is paused, the protagonist Michael De Santa frozen mid-run. Saffron sighs, stretching languidly. She’s been at it for hours, and her body aches for a break. Her mind, however, is still in the game, the fictional city of Los Santos taking over her thoughts.

An idea strikes, mischievous and naughty. Saffron smiles to herself, setting her controller aside. She reaches over to the coffee table, retrieving a sleek, silver vibrator from the drawer beneath. It’s time to get lost in a new kind of fantasy.

Saffron lays back on the couch, legs parted slightly. She tugs at the hem of her shorts, sliding them down inch by tantalizing inch until she’s bare from the waist down. Her pussy is already glistening with arousal, anticipation building inside her. She trails the vibrator teasingly over her inner thighs, the smooth metal sending shivers across her skin.

As the device hums to life, she moans softly, pressing it against her aching clit. She pictures Michael, his rugged features, his confident stride, and her arousal skyrockets. She imagines him here, on her couch, watching her play with herself. She works the vibrator slowly, teasingly, savoring each wave of sensation.

Her free hand slides under her crop top, cupping her heavy breasts. She pinches her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, gasping at the sharp pleasure. In her mind’s eye, Michael’s tongue replaces her fingers, suckling on the sensitive buds. She arches into her own touch, hips bucking against the vibrator.

Lost in her fantasy, Saffron barely registers the rumbling sound of an engine approaching. The gate bell chimes, and she jolts, sudden fear gripping her. Did she set a do not disturb order? She couldn’t risk someone interrupting her now, not at this critical juncture.

Hastily, she silences the vibrator and throws on a silk robe, quickly locking the door. Her heart pounds, but she doesn’t move, pretending to be out. Thankfully, the visitor eventually leaves, their car rumbling down the street.

Saffron returns to her seat on the couch, resuming her trance-like state. She plunges two fingers inside her dripping heat, imagining it’s Michael’s cock filling her, stretching her. She sets a relentless pace, all the while rubbing her clit with her palm. Hazy pleasure builds swiftly, annihilating coherent thought.

“Oh, Michael,” she moans, HPV’s real name slipping from her lust-drunk lips. “Fuck me, please…” Her begging only serves to heighten her excitement.

She recalls a scene from the game – Michael fucking strippers in a hidden bar. She pictures herself as one of those women, on her knees for him, sucking his glorious cock. With her free hand, she pulls out the fluffy flamingo dildo she keeps stashed in her couch cushions, apologizing silently to the cashier at the novelty store who had judged her so harshly when she’d bought it.

This is Michael’s cock, she tells herself, wrapping her plump lips around the flamingo’s elongated head. She bobs her head expertly, sucking up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head. Her mind conjures Michael’s groans, his praise for her skill. She looks up at him adoringly, worshipping his manhood.

Her pussy clenches around her plunging fingers, growing slicker and slicker with her juices. She angles the vibrator against her clit once more, the dual stimulation sending her hurtling towards the edge. Saffron imagines Michael using her, bending her over the couch to plunge into her wet heat, pounding her into oblivion. She cries out his name, the sound choked off by the silicon phallus filling her mouth.

Release slams into her like a freight train, her world shattering into shards of pulsing ecstasy. Her pussy spasms around her fingers, walls fluttering, release gushing out to soak the couch. Saffron rides out the waves, soft mewls of satisfaction escaping her.

She collapses onto the cushions, panting, the vibrator and dildo forgotten. Her skin glistens with sweat, and her sex-slackened mouth curves into a satisfied smile. She made it through another long GTA sesh, and better yet, her imagination was more than up to the task of providing some fun gameplay.

In the afterglow, Saffron resumes her real-life mission – advancing through the story. She wins that mission and the next, each victory just as exciting now that her libido is sated (for the moment).

As the credits roll on yet another win, a sly grin spreads across her face. She knows she’ll be back, ready to tackle new challenges, fictional and otherwise. And next time, maybe Michael will bring a friend, adding new elements to those incredibly immersive fantasies.