Creuzidere's fingers dance on the controller, but his focus is pulled away by the sensation of Dander Myr's petite mouth engulfing his cock. She sucks him with a rhythm that mirrors the beat of the game's soundtrack, her head bobbing in sync with the digital explosions. Her tongue traces the veins of his shaft, sending shivers down his spine, as she takes him deeper, gagging slightly before pulling back, leaving a trail of saliva. The game's high score is forgotten as Creuzidere chases his real-life high, his hips bucking gently as he nears his climax.