The Ultimate Distraction

Jewelz Blu crashed onto the couch, dead-eyed. Her girlfriend Charly sat nearby, nursing a drink. "What's the matter?" Charly asked. Jewelz groaned, rubbing her face. "Streaming blew up, but now the chat is constant noise. My kills are tanking. I need the viewers, yet they pull me out every round." Charly set her glass down, thinking. "So train for it. Build focus under real heat." She smirked. "I could give you the ultimate distraction." She wouldn't explain what that meant. Hours later, Jewelz was mid-match, headset tight, fingers locked on the mouse. Her voice stayed flat while she called shots. Charly slid off the chair without a word. Jewelz's eyes widened when she felt knees press between her legs and hot breath at her bare thigh. The stream stayed live, the squad still talking in her ears, when Charly's tongue found her clit and started slow, deliberate strokes. Jewelz's next call stuttered, hips twitching, wetness already slick against Charly's mouth. If she could keep her head with Charly devouring her pussy under the desk, nothing in any chat would ever knock her off again.