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Tate was a hard gamer, in fact, it was becoming more of a job rather than a hobby. He was one of those gamers who recorded his sessions and uploaded them to the gaming site Twitch and the more subscriptions he gained, the less he cared about anything else in life which led him to gradually drop out of college. All day, he was glued to his chair in his third-floor student flat shared with his best friend. Tate played video games such as Fortnite, Lostark, Grand Theft Auto and his favourite Valorant. If he wasn’t playing one of his favourite games, he was watching other gamers play games for entertainment and sometimes to gain tips on how to become a better gamer. The gaming community were almost clones of each other, full of young guy nerds and shy girls, social misfits if you will. Although Tate was blessed by puberty with wavy hair, a chiselled face and hit a height of six feet two inches, his shyness always prevented him from approaching girls at college and essentially made him an introvert, which is a perfect trait of a gamer. So instead, he would usually chat to girls through the Twitch site, nothing too flirty but he found it easy to have conversations with them as they already had a lot in common. On a winter’s day in February, Tate watched the heavy rainfall against his window. He heard female voices through his window and got up to see who it was. The garden below belonged to the neighbouring building that had a washing line with 2 girls collecting their clothes from the rain. Tate noticed a particular t-shirt hanging on the line, it had the logo isvecbahis of Valorant on it. He watched to see which one of the girls would collect the t-shirt, it was the auburn-haired girl. Tate thought she looked familiar as he often liked to chat online with a girl that looked similar. The girl he had in mind is named Kimmi8, he wondered if it could be the same girl.Later that evening taking a break, he looked out of the window and noticed the adjacent building with a faint light on with the curtains left open. As he took a harder look he recognised the attire on a very busty chest, but the computer screen blocked the person’s face. It was that same t-shirt with the Valorant logo on it. He logged into the twitch live streams to see if she was currently playing. And there the name was; Kimmi8 symbolled with a green circle which highlighted who was online. Tate decided to message her. He typed “Hey, are you sitting by your window by any chance? I just randomly looked out of my window and I think I can see you wearing a Valorant t-shirt. I could be wrong but thought I’d check as you’re currently playing the game.”Tate’s heart started to beat rapidly as he saw the three little dots appearing in the chat, this meant that she’s typing back. He didn’t want to seem like a creep or stalker so he was eager to see how she would respond. “Hey, it sounds very much like me. Where are you?” she replied.“I live in the building opposite on the third floor. My window is probably glowing with blue light; I have blue LED lights around my ceiling. If you look up I think isveçbahis giriş you’d be able to see.” There go those little three dots again. The reply read “oh yeah, come and wave hello.”With that, Tate hurried over to the window – there she was, just as beautiful as she appeared in her gaming videos. She had brown eyes that were covered with heavy black mascara and bold red lips. Her tits bounced to the rhythm of her waving at him. He waved back. Still standing at the window, Tate felt his grey joggers get tight around his groin. His penis woke up and filled itself with blood from the beauty before him, seeing her in real life, not just through the computer screen. Kimmi8 turned her wave into her pointing, signalling to her computer screen. Tate took that as a sign to go back to his computer screen and saw those three dots take action. The next message read, “I’m coming over, what door number are you at?”‘Oh shit, now?’ He thought. His penis was still rock hard.He took a couple of deep breaths and typed back “door number 15.”She replied, “Okay I’ll see you in a minute, be ready for me.” And with that, the green symbol beside her name turned red. She logged off from Twitch which must have meant she really was heading over to his building, right now.Tate thought to himself he has at least five minutes to calm his erection down and since she must get ready to come over. Then to spare at least twenty seconds after he lets her in from the buzzer. He was wrong, what felt like two minutes later, he heard a knock at the door. This can’t be Kimmi8 as he hadn’t isveçbahis yeni giriş heard the buzzer to let her into the building. It wasn’t his roommate as he was at his girlfriend’s place, plus he had his own key. Tate still had his boner but had to check who was at the door. He went over and looked through the peephole. Indeed it was Kimmi8. All that Kimmi8 had on was that Valorant t-shirt, a pink and black checked skirt with white knee-high socks. It was evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra, Tate had wondered if she was wearing underwear.He opened the door, “Hi there, looks like someone is excited to see me.” she said.Tate saw that she had noticed his rock hard erection, he didn’t have time to hide it.He let her in and wanted to apologise for his rock hard member but before he could say anything she grabbed it and started to massage it through his joggers. He shut the door behind her and looked into her eyes whilst she played with him whilst she pressed her busty breasts against his chest. She was more beautiful than he saw from afar. Her face wore a cheeky smile on her face with a glisten in her eye. Without breaking eye contact, she dropped down to the floor, right there in the hallway and released his penis that was prisoned by Tate’s grey joggers. Her mouth opened to meet the tip of his penis and kissed it.The kisses increased in motion, adding her wet tongue to the touch of his rock hard eight-inch member. Finding her way down the shaft, she began to suck him softly, slowly. Her tongue ran down the veins of his cock, like a roadmap to his shaft, and back up again to his throbbing head. Tate had his neck tilted back, moaning at the feeling of her mouth that suffocated his member in her warm saliva, dripping out from the sides of her mouth onto the floor beneath her.
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