I slam my cock deep into Betty’s tight pussy, her massive Italian tits bouncing wildly with every hard thrust as she moans like a whore beneath me. She begs for more, so I pull out and shove it straight into her ass, pounding her relentlessly before switching back to her dripping cunt, then her mouth, using all three holes over and over again. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as I keep destroying every tight opening, until I finally bury myself balls-deep in her throat and explode, flooding her mouth with thick cum while her huge tits heave with exhaustion.

Final round. No mercy. PeachLollypop (it’s her first time in VR ever) enters the room — fiery red hair, a fit Italian body made to be broken in, and eyes that say do your worst. She doesn’t hesitate, she knows what the guard wants — and she’s ready to give it all. Her tight ass takes every inch like a good little player, squirting all over the floor as she begs for more. And when I fill her up, deep and raw, she moans like she’s proud of it. No fear. No limits. She didn’t just survive the Squirt Game… She won it.

Tonight was meant to be a romantic dinner, but Frances, my breathtaking blonde date from England, clearly had other plans. Her eyes burned with mischief as she leaned close, whispering that she couldn’t wait any longer, begging me to take her home. In the bedroom, the air grew thick with desire. She was radiant—long hair tumbling over her shoulders, lips parted, her perfect body pressing into mine with an urgency that left me stunned. This was her first time in VR, yet she moved with a hunger that made me forget the world outside. Every touch was electric, every sound magnified. She pushed me past every limit, leaving me lost in the rhythm of her body, in the fire of her passion. In VR it felt impossibly real, as if I was living the most intense moment of my life. By the end, breathless and shaken, I knew the truth: Frances wasn’t just a date—she was the best experience I’d ever had, and the memory of her would haunt me long after the headset came off.