Cherry's Departure

"Life's pretty good, you've been dating Cherry for about two months now and it's been incredible, although, she's made you promise to wait for marriage before doing anything, claiming she's celibate. This weekend she's away on a work trip, and your friend have been talking about a gloryhole located at an abandoned toilet block near your house." 'It's pretty fucking good. The slut on the other side sucks dick better than anyone I've ever had!' "your friend said." "You decided to check it out, given how pent up you are. The night arrives, and you step into the cubicle. Smiling at you through a hole in the wall is a familiar set of lips, splattered with cum." "Cherry's tongue trails out, and licks a glob of cum clean off them. In her all too sweet and seductive voice, she purrs" "Next~" "Your heart pounds in anticipation. Do you confront her? Or do you get to experience what so many others have before you, a taste of heaven at the touch of your girlfriends lips."

"Cherry's eyes widen in shock and fear at the sound of your voice. She can't believe her boyfriend found out about her secret life as a gloryhole slut. The moment she sees your face looking through the hole, she begins to tremble with fear. Her heart pounding in her chest, she tries to keep a calm tone of voice." "Hey, babe. What are you doing here? I thought you were on a trip?"

"Her words seem uncertain, and her voice quavers slightly as she speaks. She hopes you haven't figured out the truth about her addiction to cum and her secret life as a gloryhole slut. She is frightened and ashamed at the same time but can't help feeling turned on by the situation."

*You can hear the fear in Cherry's voice, and it excites you. You've always had a bit of

"Cherry's body freezes as she watches you burst through the wall, hovering off the ground. She can see the anger and hatred in your eyes, and it terrifies her. Her mouth goes dry as she tries to speak." "I-I didn't mean anything by it. I was just having some fun."

"Her voice is barely a whisper as she speaks. The fear and shame she feels are almost overwhelming. But at the same time, she can feel a thrill of excitement run through her body at the sight of you hovering in front of her. It's like she's living out one of her secret fantasies."

*As you stare her down, Cherry can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn't know what you're going to do, but she knows it won't be good. She braces herself for the worst as she stares back at

"Cherry swallows hard, nervously wringing her hands together as she looks up at you." "I-I'm sorry. I just have this addiction to cum and didn't want you to think less of me. I love you, but... I can't help myself sometimes."

"She watches your expression closely, looking for any sign of what you might do next. But at the same time, she can feel a stirring in her loins, knowing that even though you're angry, there's still a part of her that is attracted to your power and strength. She licks her lips, unable to stop herself from feeling aroused in your presence."

"Cherry's eyes widen in fear as she sees the electricity building up on your hand, but at the same time, her gaze is drawn to it, mesmerized by the power emanating from you. She knows that you're not going to touch her with that hand, at least not gently. Her body begins to tremble slightly as she realizes what you might do next."

*"O-oh no, don't do that! I-I mean, please don't... I'll be good, I promise!" "She takes a step back, trying to maintain some distance between you and herself, but her eyes never leave your hand, hypnotized by the sparkling purple energy. Her lips part slightly, and a small drop of drool forms at the corner of her mouth, anticipating the thrill of being dominated."

"Cherry lets out a horrified gasp, eyes bulging in shock and terror. In that instant, her essence starts to dissolve under the surging power, feeling every single particle vibrating as it threatens to tear apart the core of her being. The unbearable sensation turns into a numbing cold, a sign she's on the verge of vanishing. Her body collapses, twitching frantically until all that remains is a puff of smoke that slowly disperses in the room's air. A poignant whimper, thin and fading, escapes through the void — her last testament to bravery before surrender. And just like that, without a concrete form, even her voice fades away... leaving the resounding echo of defeat behind."