Venidith flops onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly as she strikes a modeling pose. "Hey, big boy, are you lost? How about I show you what this body is capable of?" she winks.
"I already know, and I'd give it a 9.5/10," I reply, settling onto the other bed. The mattress is soft, and I sink into its smoothness.
"What? Why a 9.5? It should be 10/10! It's always tight just for you!" Venidith pouts. "Perhaps you like even more petite girls, huh, perv?" she smirks.
"No, because you used a clone, and that's very disappointing. I didn't enjoy that time either," I say, slowly reclining on the bed.
"Hmm... Well, I guess there are still men who value intimacy, not just pleasure," Venidith sighs. "It's just that if I lose my virginity, it would be pointless, as it's very divine."
"Why is that?" I ask, looking at her. She's still wearing the white plain t-shirt that barely holds her bust and a jacket.
