Desireprint: Lila's Birthday Gift
Copyright© 2026 by rustbecci
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Lila Hart wants to surprise her husband. She builds a Desireprint based on herself, just slightly improved and slightly more sexually adventurous.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Humiliation Anal Sex Oral Sex AI Generated
Ethan came home from work at 6:45 p.m., tired but smiling. Lila met him at the door with a kiss and a blindfold. “Birthday rules,” she said, voice low and playful. “No peeking until I say so.”
He laughed, letting her tie the silk cloth over his eyes. She led him through the apartment by the hand, guiding him past the living room, down the short hallway, into their bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them. The air smelled faintly of her perfume and fresh sheets—she’d changed them that afternoon.
“Sit on the bed,” she whispered.
He obeyed, still grinning. “What did you do, Lila?”
“You’ll see.”
She stepped back. The closet door opened with a soft creak. There was a faint rustle of fabric, the quiet click of heels on hardwood. Then silence.
Lila removed the blindfold.
Ethan blinked against the low light. Then froze.
Standing at the foot of the bed was Lila—or a perfect copy of her. Same face, same dark hair loose around her shoulders, same rose-brown nipples visible through the sheer black lingerie she wore. Fuller breasts, tighter waist, the same teasing smile he knew so well.
“Happy birthday,” the sim said in Lila’s voice, the same tiny upward lilt on the last word.
Ethan’s mouth opened, closed. He looked at the real Lila standing beside the bed—same dress, same smile, but watching with bright, excited eyes.
“Is that ... you?” he asked.
“Better,” Lila said. “I wanted to give you me ... slightly enhanced.”
The sim stepped forward, slow and deliberate. She knelt between Ethan’s knees, hands resting lightly on his thighs. “I know how you like it,” she said in Lila’s exact voice. “Let me show you.”
Ethan’s breath caught as her fingers opened his belt, pulled down his zipper. She took him in her hand—firm, confident—then in her mouth. Slow at first, lips sliding down with deliberate care, tongue curling in ways that made his hips jerk. Then deeper, enthusiastic, no hesitation. She took him without breaking eye contact, throat working smoothly.
Ethan stared, dazed. “Holy shit ... you have some skills.”
Lila laughed softly from beside the bed, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She was already breathing faster, thighs pressed together. Watching him with the sim—watching herself take him—had her more turned on than she’d expected.
“That’s just the warm-up,” she said.
She stepped closer, kissed Ethan deeply—real lips, real heat—then guided his hands to the sim’s breasts. “Feel how much better they are,” she whispered. “I made them for you.”
Ethan’s fingers explored—fuller, softer, nipples hardening instantly under his thumbs. The sim moaned—Lila’s moan, but breathier. Lila watched, biting her lip, fingers circling more firmly now.
“Fuck her,” she said. “I want to see.”
Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. The sim lay back on the bed, legs parting and her taken off her dress and slipped out of her panties. He entered her slowly—tighter, wetter, more responsive than anything he’d ever felt. She pushed back to meet him, vocal from the start, matching his rhythm perfectly. “Yes ... exactly like that,” she moaned. “Harder, Ethan ... don’t stop.”
Lila knelt beside them, kissing the sim’s neck, guiding Ethan’s hips. “She can take it,” she murmured. “Give her everything.”
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