Kerry let out a sharp, wild laugh, her lips twisting into a savage grin, eyes glinting with a mix of menace and mischief. "Michelin star-worthy taste, huh?"
Chad blinked, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of her words. Michelin star-worthy taste? What did she just do? She had scooped something from between her legs, something warm and slick, and pressed it past his lips. His mouth was suddenly filled with an unfamiliar, thick flavour, and without thinking, his tongue began to move involuntarily, exploring the strange, potent taste. It wasn't my cum, or something I'd shot inside her… but it was now in my mouth, coating my tongue with its unexpected flavour.
It didn't taste salty, like he'd expected. Instead, there was a strange, almost lobster-like, fishy undertone—a rich, briny taste, like something you'd find at an upscale seafood restaurant, the kind of place where the flavours are too complex to immediately understand.
I think it's just her juice… Michelin? Well, thankfully, it doesn't taste like rubber or tires.
His face twitched slightly as he processed the flavour, his brows furrowing slightly, his tongue continuing to move around as he tasted it. His lips tightened, and he swallowed, the lingering taste still occupying his mouth.
She laughed again, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. She didn't need an answer; she had only made him taste it for her own satisfaction. Now, it was time to move on to the next part—getting the rest of their photos taken. Her pussy wasn't dripping anymore, the moisture subdued—she needed it dry for the nudes to be more photogenic... for now. It would inevitably drip again soon, but for the moment, most of her pussy juice lay on Bishop's bedroom floor and in Chad's mouth.
Kerry's eyes flicked to Chad's erection, now slick with a gooey sheen. She dropped to one knee—not to pop the question, oh no. She sank to the second, a predator sizing up her prize, before lunging forward, deep-throating his cock in one swift, hungry gulp.
Her tongue swirled around his shaft—a hot, wet dance that sent shivers up his spine. Where the hell do these academy girls learn this trick? Chad wondered, his mind spinning. Sex ed? Some secret tongue-fu club?
It felt unreal. Her licking cleaned off the mess, leaving him buzzing, every nerve ablaze. Then, she popped up, wiping her lips with a smirk.
"Needs a pinch more salt," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. Her chin was glistening with their bodily fluids, which she wiped away casually.
His heart sank—over already?—but his dick shot back up, rigid and eager, as if begging for an encore. She eyed it, grinning. "Time for the picture," she declared.
Grabbing his naked body, she jerked his shoulders back, pressing his spine straight. She gripped his slick, upright erection, nudging it into the camera's view. Then she puffed out her breasts, parted her thighs, and stood beside him. "Take the fucking photo, you useless shitstain!" she snarled at Bishop, flashing him a wicked smile.
"Bishop mumbled, 'This is… gonna be a cursed picture. Like The Anguished Man or those creepy Ukiyo-e ghost paintings. I can't believe I'm creating something this cursed… Just glad it's not going in my…." He paused, his eyes widening. 'Wait. She said she's hanging it in her room… and she lives in the same house as me. So my house is going to be haunted now…'"
She growled, "What the fuck are you mumbling, you goddamn moron? Take the fucking photos now! Chad's dick isn't gonna wait all fucking day, you useless twat!"
Bishop stammered, "I did! I was mashing the snap button like crazy," his fingers frantically pressing the button without even glancing at the screen, almost as if he were playing Cookie Clicker—just mindlessly spamming away. The number of photos he had taken was well over 9000. Surely, with that many shots, at least one would be in focus.
Her glare could've torched a village as she strutted around, eyeing Chad's goods, then herself in triumph, before zeroing in on her brother. "Good, you drooling fuckwit! Listen up, you pitiful fuck—if you ever snag a girlfriend, which is a fucking fantasy 'cause you're a hopeless loser—I'll return the favour and snap some pics of you two, like you did for me. I'll dissect her body like a damn lab rat, making sure she's not some trash-tier skank too good for your sorry ass," she hissed.
Bishop sputtered, "I do have a girlfriend! That's why Chad's here… to help me with her. And anyway, Chad isn't even your boyfriend…" Before he could finish, Kerry's gaze latched onto Chad's cock, thick and throbbing, her eyes blazing with raw, feral lust. She sank to her knees in a slow, deliberate slide, her lips parting as she shoved his dick deep into her hot, eager mouth, and purred, "This is the final pic, baby."
Chad gasped, "Whoa…" His breath hitched, mind spinning: Is she gonna work that tongue magic again? Gosh, I need it. His cock pulsed, stretching her cheek outward, a lewd bulge glistening with her spit, begging to be immortalised.
She heard him and erupted, shouting at Bishop with her mouth stuffed full of Chad's cock, her words gurgling and slurring like a dog barking at the postman in the middle of tearing into a juicy steak. She wasn't about to pull off—hell no—so her voice came out wet and mangled: "Shuh uh, yuh fuhhin' dipshih! Tah the damn phohos, yuh worthlesh shihbag, 'fore I beah yuh snoh-nosed, anime-obsehed ahh 'til yuh cryin' like a bihch!" Spit sprayed as she ranted, Chad's dick still lodged deep, her defiance pulsing with every garbled curse.
Half-stunned, Chad stood there, his shaft buzzing from the vibrations of her muffled tirade. It wasn't the slick, tongue-swirling blowjob he'd been craving—no silky laps or teasing flicks, just her throat clenching and quivering as she barked at Bishop.
"Okay, the last photos are done… Can you both just leave now? My memory cards are full," Bishop muttered. He needed space for his dating games, even though he hadn't gotten intimate with a girl in a dating sim. At least they spoke to him in the games, unlike in real life.
Her glare smouldered as she shifted, Chad's cock still buried deep in her mouth, her lips stretched taut around its pulsing girth. She wouldn't pull off—not yet—and with a guttural gurgle, she snarled at Bishop, words slurring through the slick, wet seal: "Guhh, nuh cah yuh fuhhin' leeh, yuh shihy lohseh, shoh I cah finih thih shud off?" Spit frothed at her lips' edges, trickling down her chin as her tongue mashed against his shaft, trapped by her rant. Hot, ragged breaths scorched him, her throat spasming with each garbled curse, the chaotic grip a wild blend of fury and raw hunger.
Bishop scratched his head, and a squint followed. "Sorry, I don't speak Simlish."
With a wet pop, Kerry yanked Chad's dick free, spit stringing from her lips as she snapped into crisp, venomous clarity: "Can you fuck off now, you drooling twat, so I can finish off Chad?"
A blink was all the response Bishop managed. "Finish off Chad? What, like a Mortal Kombat fatality?"
Kerry smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "No, you clueless fuck… it means I'm gonna explode all over this bad boy's face, so… would you kindly… piss off, yeah?"