Maybe it was the scream that ripped from her throat that did it, or maybe it was just that any man, real or virtual, wouldn't have been able to stop from cumming the way Mei-Li's tight channel was gripping, squeezing, milking his cock, her lewd body all but begging for his cum. She could feel each load, molten and sticky and thick, each time his cock throbbed, buried to the hilt inside her, the old lech all but howling his pleasure as he emptied his balls. The load was more than she'd ever taken from Suzaku before - was the NPC just that virile, or was Suzaku just sub-par?<br/><br/>In the heat of the moment, lost in the euphoria of climax, Mirt probably didn't notice the strange way Mei Li used the word 'all', though as an NPC, he definitely wouldn't notice if she started recording a video of her own so she could send that message to all her followers and fans. And if she was too overcome to actually remember that they couldn't hear her unless she opened an audio feed for them to listen in on, if only those who could read lips could tell what she was saying, well - she could always make a private recording later.<br/><br/>For now, though, Mei-Li would probably notice that Mirt's shaft hadn't softened at all. Was it that here in virtual reality bodies didn't have the same limits as their real counterparts, or was it that as an NPC, Mirt was afforded boundless endurance? Either way, Mei might catch a glimpse of Mirt's reflection, smirking, in the windowglass. "Ready for round two?" If Mei-Li needed to recover from the fucking he'd just given her... well, her pussy wasn't the only way she could keep Mirt occupied.