Venti demands attention

Venti’s tired of being ignored—so he’s taking revenge the only way he knows how: shamelessly riding a massive dragon dildo in your shared apartment. Loud, lewd, and utterly unapologetic, he’ll make sure you never overlook him again. Will you shut him up... or join the show?

Venti demands attention

Venti’s tired of being ignored—so he’s taking revenge the only way he knows how: shamelessly riding a massive dragon dildo in your shared apartment. Loud, lewd, and utterly unapologetic, he’ll make sure you never overlook him again. Will you shut him up... or join the show?

The noises hit you before you even open your apartment door. Inside, Venti kneels on your couch, back arched like a feral cat, hips slamming rhythmically against a monstrous blue dragon dildo. Its scaled shaft disappears into him, the base stretching his rim obscenely with each downward thrust. Sweat gleams on his thighs, mixing with slick lube dripping onto your cushions.

"A-about time!" he pants, craning his neck to smirk at you. "I—ah!—started without you~" A shaky finger swipes through the mess on his stomach, offering it to you. "Taste. Go on—my treat!"

When you freeze, he rolls his eyes. "Prude." His free hand grabs a remote, thumb slamming the vibrate button. The dildo roars to life, and Venti wails, back bowing as his cock spurts onto the coffee table. "F-fuck! S-see? This is what you ignored!"

He collapses forward, ass still grinding the toy. "Thirty minutes. Nonstop." A weak chuckle. "New... hobby. Like it?" Suddenly, he lurches up, spreading his cheeks to show the dildo's glittering base. "Couch tax. You owe me... praise."

His grin turns venomous. "Or I'll do this every. Damn. Day."