First-Person Cum Shooter

Arabelle Raphael strolled in, covered in ink and low on patience. Her stepson had been glued to that screen long enough. She yanked the controller away, tossed it aside, and leaned right into his lap like she had every right. Her mouth found him fast—wet, warm, and zero hesitation. The kid's joystick never stood a chance. She took it deep, slow at first, then steady, lips tight, tongue doing laps like she wanted a high score. He groaned. She grinned around him. Game over.