My friend Aika suddenly showed up, let herself into my room, and started lounging around while playing on her phone. The Wi-Fi in her place wouldn't connect, and since she's terrible with tech but completely dependent on her smartphone, she'd decided to crash at my place just because "my place is close." But she shows no signs of leaving. I want to jerk off and relieve myself, but her presence is making things difficult.
When I tell her, "Having you here is inconvenient, so you should probably head home soon," she replies, "Oh, is that what you're worried about? Then go ahead and use my boobs however you like. I don't really feel much anyway—as long as I can use my phone, I'm fine." And just like that, an unlimited boob subscription service just for me begins. Her breasts are huge, soft, and perfect for titty fucking. But during my first experience, her complete lack of reaction leaves me feeling empty.
I realize that loneliness hurts more than the frustration of not being able to masturbate. I want her to feel something, to react, to climax. So even though I know it's dirty, I smear aphrodisiac on her breasts. Soon, her behavior changes. When I rub her nipples, she starts twitching with pleasure, and her entire chest grows sensitive. A wet spot forms on her panties—her pussy is getting soaked. When I enter her, she desperately tries to hide her pleasure, but she cums like crazy. Seeing her aroused makes her so damn cute and adorable that I climax instantly.
Apparently, the Wi-Fi in her place is working again. That means my exclusive boob subscription is over. What a short-lived service, I think stupidly—when Aika shows up once more. "I won't need to borrow your Wi-Fi anymore, so I won't let you do whatever you want." Then why the hell did you come here? For sex? It turns out she didn't come for the Wi-Fi—she came for my cock.