Cassandra rides RoCo with expertise, lifting herself slightly off his body and grinding against him, to and fro, coming down hard on top his unrealistically massive cock.

Anthony switches from a first to third person perspective as he moves his avatar across the man’s shaft. There is something unspeakably erotic about being able to externalize the scene in which he is participating. As if he were looking at a full-wall virtual mirror, he is able to see the two objects of his desire caught in a moment of unadulterated elation. At the same time, he feels the simulated sensation of a penis moving through his vagina: something that the conjunction of his mind and the neural plug can conjure, but that he could never feel in this form in physical reality. The pleasure that he sees and feels is not only different from real sex: it is also so much purer for being separated from the uncontrollable flows of bodily fluids. The oozings and streamings of substances ready to spill out. The surges and gushes waiting to erupt out of various pores and orifices. Most people cannot think outside of or beyond their bodies, but for Anthony, these fluids are just contaminants and limitations if treated alone. It is by harnessing the capabilities of the mind and mixing them with the body that something truly transcendent can be achieved.

Cassandra looks down at the man below her who is panting and grunting with pleasure. She can tell he is nearing orgasm. She can tell by the way his muscles tense and his eyes widen to the point that they seem in danger of popping out of their sockets. But she will not allow him to reach climax just yet. Their gazes meet as she communicates with her eyes that his satisfaction will not arrive yet. It is almost time, but not quite.

When he looks desperately into her beautiful, green eyes, he can see a reflection of power and desire. Cassandra revels in the reflections of seduction.