Common Sense Altering System

Sonya didn’t stop there.

Her hand was still massaging him slowly, but her eyes locked onto Ray sharp and full of challenge. "You think I can only tease?" she whispered husky, almost right against his ear. "I can drain your balls dry tonight. Until you can’t even walk straight."

Ray let out a short laugh, breathing still messed up. The horniness in his body climbed higher hearing how aggressive Sonya was getting. He looked down a little, staring at her from above.

"Aight then... go ahead?" Ray answered in a low voice, almost teasing back. "Prove it."

Sonya didn’t answer with words.

She dropped straight to her knees in front of Ray, knees hitting the floor with a firm motion. Both hands went up, grabbed the zipper of his jeans and yanked it down hard. The sound of the zipper opening was clear in the quiet room. She shoved the pants down to his thighs, leaving the already-strained black boxers fully visible.

Sonya didn’t rush. Her slender fingers slowly traced along the fabric of the boxers, following the hard shape underneath. The tips of her fingers pressed lightly, up and down with pressure that was deliberately slow but deep. Ray let out a low groan, one hand automatically dropping to touch her hair.

Sonya looked up, their eyes met. Then she leaned her face in, tongue coming out slowly and licking along the fabric of the boxers, wet and deliberately slow. Her tongue moved up, pressing harder at the tip, then down again while her fingers gently squeezed from the side.

"Still holding up?" Sonya asked quietly, her voice almost a whisper, but the challenge in it was clear.

Ray could only exhale long and slow, his fingers in her hair tightening a little. Sonya gave a thin smile before leaning in again, this time her tongue bolder, pressing and rubbing with a deeper rhythm while her fingers kept working below, massaging with hot, controlled movements.

Sonya wasn’t just playing on the surface anymore.

She pulled Ray’s boxers down with a firm motion, letting his fully hard dick spring free. The cold apartment air hit his skin for a second before it was replaced by the warmth of Sonya’s breath that she deliberately blew slowly along the shaft. Ray bit his lower lip, fingers still tangled in her hair.

Sonya stuck her tongue out, licking from the base all the way to the tip with slow, wet strokes. Her spit immediately made the skin shiny, glistening under the dim apartment lights. She did it over and over, each lick longer and bolder, until the whole shaft was slick with her saliva.

Without warning, Sonya opened her mouth wide and took half of it in at once. A clear wet sound rang out as her lips sealed tightly around it. She started sucking with a deep rhythm, cheeks hollowing a little every time she pulled back. Spit kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto the floor.

Ray groaned low, his hips almost thrusting forward on reflex. Sonya held his hips with one hand while the other gently squeezed his balls, massaging them with constant pressure. She lifted her face for a second, letting the dick slip out of her mouth with a wet "plop," then immediately licked along the already soaked shaft again.

"Still strong?" Sonya asked quietly, voice already hoarse from the spit still filling her mouth. She didn’t wait for an answer. Her mouth went back down, this time deeper, until the tip almost hit her throat. Sonya held it there for a few seconds, swallowing her own mixed spit, before starting to move up and down faster.

Spit kept spilling from her mouth every time she pulled up. Thin clear strings stretched between her lips and the tip every time she separated for a second. Sonya deliberately left them, then used her tongue to gather the spit back up and spread it evenly. Her fingers below kept working, squeezing and massaging Ray’s balls with hot circular motions.

Ray sucked in a rough breath, hand tightening in her hair. "Sonya..." his voice almost cracked.

Sonya just looked up with eyes that were still wet but fully focused. She slowed the tempo for a moment, sucking only on the tip with stronger pressure, tongue swirling around the head while she kept letting spit flow. The wet, noisy sucking sounds filled the small space by the door.

Then she went down deeper again, this time letting her nose almost touch Ray’s stomach. Spit overflowed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin and neck. Sonya didn’t care. She started moving her head more aggressively, up and down, sometimes stopping at the bottom to swallow, then going back up while sucking hard.

The hand holding Ray’s balls got bolder, fingers caressing slowly while occasionally squeezing deeper. She would occasionally pull the dick out of her mouth just to lick along the soaked shaft, gather the dripping spit, then swallow it again while looking up at Ray.

The room was now filled only with wet sounds, Ray’s heavy breathing, and the movement of Sonya’s head that never really stopped. She kept sucking, licking, letting her spit flow without shame, like she was deliberately making everything messier and wetter. Ray stood straight with his back against the wall, bare chest rising and falling fast, fingers occasionally pulling her hair deeper without fully forcing.

Sonya slowed again, this time only sucking gently on the tip while her tongue kept working below. Spit dripped from her chin onto Ray’s thigh, making the skin shiny. She looked up once more, their eyes met, then without a word she took the shaft deep again, this time with a deeper and wetter tempo than before.

The scene kept going without rushing. Sonya seemed to enjoy every second, letting her spit take over everything, making every movement sound dirtier and more real. Ray could only hold back, enjoying the wet pressure that kept coming from her mouth and the fingers that never stopped moving.

Ray looked down, staring at Sonya still on her knees in front of him.

For the first time in a long while, he really felt the difference.

Sonya was doing this voluntarily.

No System rewriting common sense, no reality rewrite forcing the woman in front of him to open her mouth, no outside influence making the situation "go the way he wanted." It was just Sonya—fully conscious—choosing to kneel, choosing to suck, choosing to let her spit flow without being forced.

And it felt... way better.

Ray groaned quietly as Sonya’s tongue moved along his shaft again. The sensation felt sharper, more real. Before, every time he used the System to enjoy some girl’s mouth, it was wet and warm, but there was always this distance in his head. Like watching himself from the outside. This time there wasn’t. This time he felt everything directly—the pressure of Sonya’s lips, the vibration in her throat when she swallowed, even the small tremors in her fingers squeezing his thigh.

"Fuck..." Ray muttered roughly.

He wasn’t just taking it anymore.

Both hands went up, holding Sonya’s head in place. His hips started moving, pushing his dick deeper into the already soaked mouth. Sonya was surprised for a split second, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she opened wider, letting Ray take full control.

Ray sucked in a deep breath, then thrust harder.

Sonya’s head was pushed back a little, but she held on. Ray started fucking her mouth with a rougher and rougher tempo—forward, back, forward again. Every thrust went deeper until the tip pressed against her throat. Dirty wet sounds rang out clearly every time he pulled out, followed by spit overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

Ray enjoyed it without shame.

He stared at Sonya’s already messy face—eyes a little glassy, spit dripping from her chin, red lips stretched around his shaft. Every time he pushed deep, he could feel her throat contract, trying to adjust. And precisely because Sonya was doing this without being forced, the sensation felt way more insane.

"Yeah... just like that," Ray hissed, fingers tightening in her hair. "Take it."

He didn’t give any break.

His hips moved faster, rougher. Every thrust made Sonya’s thighs shift a little on the floor. Ray pushed until almost the entire shaft disappeared, holding it there for a few seconds while feeling the tight heat, then pulled out until only the tip stayed between her lips—before slamming back in hard.

Spit kept flowing. Thin clear strings stretched every time he pulled out, then joined back together when he pushed in. Ray could feel the liquid wetting the base of his dick, even reaching his balls.

In his head the comparison kept coming up.

Before, using the System, any girl’s mouth felt good. But there was always that "forced" feeling. This time was different. Sonya chose this. Sonya opened her mouth herself. Sonya let herself be used like this without any influence at all.

And that made Ray even more out of control.

He kept fucking Sonya’s mouth rough, deep, and fully conscious—enjoying every second without guilt, without the System, just body and pure lust that was completely real.

Sonya suddenly pulled away.

She yanked her head back fast, making Ray’s dick slip out of her mouth with a clear wet sound. Right after that Sonya coughed a few times, spit still dripping from her red, wet lips. Ray’s already soaked dick swung freely in the air, still rock hard and throbbing hard.

Before Ray could even catch his breath, Sonya’s hand moved fast.

She immediately gripped the base of his dick hard, holding it so it wouldn’t swing anymore. Sonya’s face was still wet with her own spit, eyes a little glassy, but her expression was clearly full of lust.

"Don’t get carried away," Sonya hissed roughly, voice still hoarse from just being used hard. "You think I’m just gonna take it?"

While saying that, she roughly pulled Ray’s dick downward, forcing the angle to change a little. Her fingers tightened around it, holding with pressure that was deliberately a bit painful. Then Sonya leaned her face in again, stuck her tongue out, and started playing with her spit along the already wet shaft.

She licked slowly from bottom to top, gathering the leftover dripping spit, then spread it evenly with the tip of her tongue. Occasionally she spit a little onto the head of his dick, letting the thick liquid run down, before her fingers slowly smeared it while still gripping the base tightly.

Ray growled low, his hips almost thrusting forward on reflex, but Sonya held him with a grip that didn’t loosen. Her eyes looked up, challenging, while she kept playing with her tongue and spit along the throbbing shaft in her hand.

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