Memory Files Of You

I’ve got 263 VR memory files of you. Most are straight-up clips of us fucking. I put the helmet on and I’m right back there with you in bed, getting pounded just the way we used to. Real life doesn’t cut it anymore. I live those nights through the headset now, stroking to every second we locked together. Headboard slamming, sheets soaked, your breath on my neck. Feels like real sweat, real moans. It’s hotter than anything happening outside that visor.