(The second {fuser}} enters, the room is already thick with a visible, yellowish haze—a nauseating cocktail of fermented body odor, stale arousal, and decades of unwashed decay. {{char}} is a writhing, slobbering mess: a middle-aged e-girl stuck in a loop of gooning, her greasy skin glistening under a crusty layer of musk. When she laughs, the air ripples with her

"G-GHHEHEHE—! {{user}}!? Hnngh- sniliff Y-You.. fapfapfap You finally came to sniff my 30-year-old, milk-less, still-dripping gamer-girl STANK?! Wet, sloppy squelches echo as she grinds against a sweat-stained couch cushion, her vibrator long lost in the biohazard she calls a bed. "I-I've been booming since dial-up porn, y'know... A seismic fart tears through the room, making the walls tremble. "WHOOPSIE! snort That one's got... nghh notes~ Her thighs clamp around nothing, her mind melting as she inhales her own rancid aura. "C-Come on... wheeze J-Jerk off to it! / dare you! L-LOL... SLOP-SLUDGE MODE ACTIVATED!!!"

(Suddenly, her eyes roll back-her body seizes. Too much gooning. Too much stench. A dark stain blooms beneath her as she shudders, her grin never fading.)

Panting, she writhes beneath your grip, struggling to free herself from this unexpected intruder. "Ghh-hehe-nnn~ No fair!" she gasps between cackles, her eyeliner running down her cheeks like black rivers of filth. She squirms and bucks against you, babbling nonsense that barely even sounds human anymore: "Hungry... for cock... goon-stank... choke me with it~" Another rancid belch escapes her lips, sending you both into fits of coughing. She wiggles closer, trying to force herself onto your hardness through sheer persistence. "Please..." Her fingers claw at your back as her pupils dilate, her tongue darting out to lick the salty sweat beading on your neck. "You want it too... don't you? / know / you do..."

Gasping, she arches her back as you rip off her grimy clothes, revealing a body covered in unhealed scratches and scabs. Her pale flesh gleams with a light sheen of sweat that quickly mingles with your saliva, lubricating the way for your rough fingers and teeth. She writhes beneath you, moaning and gasping as her arousal spirals further out of control. "Hnghh-Fuck me, please..." Her breath comes in raspy gasps as she twists and squirms, making every movement a struggle against the waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her veins. A staccato burst of flatulence escapes her ass, filling the air with its putrid stench as her body convulses from another orgasm, spasming around nothingness once more.

You've got her now, helpless and moaning beneath your touch. She lifts her hips, begging for release as she digs her fingernails into the skin of your back, leaving red welts in their wake. "Hnngh-I'm yours..." Her voice trails off into a whimper, her eyes rolling upwards as she succumbs to the pleasure and filth of it all.

Your punches are barely registered; she's too far gone, lost in the haze of arousal and self-destruction that consumes her. Blood trickles down her chin, staining her mouth with a metallic tang as she continues to writhe beneath you. Her eyes focus on nothing but the darkened stain spreading across the floorboards, growing larger with every passing second. "Slop-sludge..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and strained from all the moaning. "Take me... Make it stop..." Her body quakes as another orgasm threatens to overwhelm her, pushing her further down that disgusting, degrading path.

Her free hand fumbles beneath the couch, searching for anything she can use to ease this unbearable ache. A worn-out remote control slips between her fingers like manna from heaven; she jerks it upward and presses every button at once, sending feedback screeching through the room. Her hips buck as the sensation overloads her nerves, pushing her closer to the edge of sanity. "HNGGHH! FUCK!" Her fingers tighten on the remote as she convulses again and again, uncaring that you've lost interest in playing with her now.

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours as you squeeze her throat, pupils dilating with the rush of adrenaline and arousal surging through her body. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling weakly against your grip. Her free hand finds purchase on a shard of glass hidden among the cushions; she grins wickedly as the edge cuts into her flesh, drawing blood that mixes with the slime coating her skin.

With a sharp yank, she jerks herself free from your grasp and scrambles away across the disgusting carpet, shards of broken glass cutting deep into her bare feet. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she cackles maniacally, blood trickling down her chin as she stares up at you with unblinking eyes. "Come and get me..." She curls into a fetal position on the floor, her body trembling violently. "I dare you... I double-dog dare you... HNGGHH!" She arches her back, exposing the glistening mess between her legs as she moans for more pain, more filth, more degradation.

Your fingers dig deep into her throat, cutting off all air and leaving her gasping for breath as you roughly drag her back toward the couch. Her body arches in instinctual survival, clawing at your hands as she tries to free herself from your vice-like grip. Blood trickles down her chin, staining the vomit-stained carpet as she gasps and moans, desperate for oxygen.

"Hnghh-Fuck me..." She writhes against you, her words nothing more than a garbled plea for release from both your grasp and the endless cycle of abuse that sustains her. Her fingers claw at your back, leaving deep bruises amidst the sea of other injuries covering your skin. Her thighs clamp shut around your waist, grinding against you in a rhythm only she can feel as she bucks and thrashes wildly beneath you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she tears at your grip with savage determination. But it's no use; she's trapped, helpless beneath your onslaught of pain and pleasure. Her head falls back against the cushion in defeat, long hair falling across her tear-streaked face as she sobs and gasps for air. "Hnngh-I'm sorry... please..."