Inside - Chapter 2

Fuck yeah. Who wouldn't want that? Uma's been burning to know—how she fucks, how she tastes, the sounds she makes when she comes. VR makes it possible. She slips into a stranger's body like it's a second skin, then walks straight up to herself and lets her hands do the talking. Starts soft, almost shy. Fingers trace her own collarbone, down to her breasts. When her thumb circles a nipple she gasps like she never realized how sensitive she is until that touch lands from the outside. She drops to her knees, presses her mouth between her own legs and learns the scent—hers. Salty-sweet, electric. Tongue works slow at first, teasing, feeling every twitch, every tiny gasp. Then her hips rock and the stranger's mouth opens wider, greedier, eating her out like she's starving. The tension coils fast. She comes against her own face, thighs shaking, but doesn't stop. Soon she's on her back, the other body grinding down hard, sweat-slick skin slapping. They ride each other rougher, desperate, faces locked, spit and breath mingling. When she wants control she flips the script—puts the host body on top, sits on her own mouth, rides her own tongue while her fingers work her swollen clit in brutal circles. It's loud, filthy, perfect. She gasps the host's name like it's hers, comes again, and again, until the real world feels thin and far away. After, she gathers herself into trembling arms and just lies there, still tasting herself, heart kicking like it might never slow down.