the future.
“I’m the only one that’s had the fun so far. Care to show me what kind of fun I get to have once we make it to your room?”
She was hoping for another good look at the vibrating cock but instead he took her breath away with another kiss. With her arms still trapped, she couldn’t even reach for him. She was trying to wiggle out when she heard the rip.
Her bra wasn’t one that opened in the front, but that didn’t stop Robohippie. He tore through the fabric and wire with just a snap of his fingers. He pulled the cups away and shoved them down her shoulders to join her blazer and blouse. As soon as she was even more tightly restrained, his hands found her breasts and she didn’t have the will power to try and speak. She’d have to ignore the pinch of his fingers as he rolled her tightly budded nipples between them. She’d have to ignore the thrust of his hips, and she’d have to ignore the vibrations that began as he rubbed in harsh slow circles against her.
She was panting and throbbing and almost to the edge again when he pulled from her so suddenly that she stumbled forward.
She was about to ask him why the fuck he stopped, but before the first cuss word was forced through her airways, he was on his knees in front of her. He pulled the tear at the bottom of her skirt until the slit became anything but decent and spun the fabric. He parted the sides like a curtain and then shoved her panties to her ankles. She couldn’t walk her legs apart as he pressed her knees open. All she could do was slide down the wall until she was almost sitting to open herself up in front of him.
She was soaking wet. This was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to her, be it with one man or two. It only took two fingers and the fastest tongue on the planet, and Paisley cried out her release to echo around the tiny space they were holding hostage.
Her legs started to shake as he pulled his fingers from her. She tried to lift her leg to free it from the underwear. Before she made an inch of progress, he pulled her up into his arms. One hand held her hips and one pulled the clothes from her top.
As soon as her arms were free, she wrapped them around his neck. He dropped her clothes somewhere in the hallway. She needed a new suit anyway.
A quick zap of his fingers and they walked into his room. He put her on her feet and let the door slam shut behind him.
Paisley kicked off her heels. Stepped out of her underwear and unbuttoned the waistband of what remained of her skirt. She wasn’t the thinnest, wasn’t the curviest, but she knew how to sway her hips and curl her lips to make the men drool.
Normally her seductive stalk had the men panting and trying to see every inch of her. Maybe his confidence came from being a robot, or because he had already seen every inch of her oiled up—wherever it came from, he had some serious swagger.
A quick whir of motion and he stripped out of his clothes faster than Paisley had ever thought possible. His cock lay long and thick against his leg. Paisley licked her lips and dropped to her knees.
She didn’t know what parts of his skin transplant had all the nerves necessary, but as he pulsed and grew harder under her grip, she figured he had enough to enjoy some head.
Paisley leaned in and started to lick him like a lollipop. He wound a hand in her hair and moved her faster. He set the pace he wanted, and although she didn’t have a robotic tongue like his, she did her best to keep up soft wet licks anytime she had enough space in her mouth.
She tried to reach up to grab his balls, but he didn’t appear to have any. That little surprise stalled her progress enough that he was able to pull her up and throw her on the couch.
She bounced on impact and tried to sit up. Once again, he used his strength to keep her right where he wanted her. With one hand on her shoulder to keep her flat, his other hand gripped her ankle and pulled it up and away from her body.
He
“I’m the only one that’s had the fun so far. Care to show me what kind of fun I get to have once we make it to your room?”
She was hoping for another good look at the vibrating cock but instead he took her breath away with another kiss. With her arms still trapped, she couldn’t even reach for him. She was trying to wiggle out when she heard the rip.
Her bra wasn’t one that opened in the front, but that didn’t stop Robohippie. He tore through the fabric and wire with just a snap of his fingers. He pulled the cups away and shoved them down her shoulders to join her blazer and blouse. As soon as she was even more tightly restrained, his hands found her breasts and she didn’t have the will power to try and speak. She’d have to ignore the pinch of his fingers as he rolled her tightly budded nipples between them. She’d have to ignore the thrust of his hips, and she’d have to ignore the vibrations that began as he rubbed in harsh slow circles against her.
She was panting and throbbing and almost to the edge again when he pulled from her so suddenly that she stumbled forward.
She was about to ask him why the fuck he stopped, but before the first cuss word was forced through her airways, he was on his knees in front of her. He pulled the tear at the bottom of her skirt until the slit became anything but decent and spun the fabric. He parted the sides like a curtain and then shoved her panties to her ankles. She couldn’t walk her legs apart as he pressed her knees open. All she could do was slide down the wall until she was almost sitting to open herself up in front of him.
She was soaking wet. This was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to her, be it with one man or two. It only took two fingers and the fastest tongue on the planet, and Paisley cried out her release to echo around the tiny space they were holding hostage.
Her legs started to shake as he pulled his fingers from her. She tried to lift her leg to free it from the underwear. Before she made an inch of progress, he pulled her up into his arms. One hand held her hips and one pulled the clothes from her top.
As soon as her arms were free, she wrapped them around his neck. He dropped her clothes somewhere in the hallway. She needed a new suit anyway.
A quick zap of his fingers and they walked into his room. He put her on her feet and let the door slam shut behind him.
Paisley kicked off her heels. Stepped out of her underwear and unbuttoned the waistband of what remained of her skirt. She wasn’t the thinnest, wasn’t the curviest, but she knew how to sway her hips and curl her lips to make the men drool.
Normally her seductive stalk had the men panting and trying to see every inch of her. Maybe his confidence came from being a robot, or because he had already seen every inch of her oiled up—wherever it came from, he had some serious swagger.
A quick whir of motion and he stripped out of his clothes faster than Paisley had ever thought possible. His cock lay long and thick against his leg. Paisley licked her lips and dropped to her knees.
She didn’t know what parts of his skin transplant had all the nerves necessary, but as he pulsed and grew harder under her grip, she figured he had enough to enjoy some head.
Paisley leaned in and started to lick him like a lollipop. He wound a hand in her hair and moved her faster. He set the pace he wanted, and although she didn’t have a robotic tongue like his, she did her best to keep up soft wet licks anytime she had enough space in her mouth.
She tried to reach up to grab his balls, but he didn’t appear to have any. That little surprise stalled her progress enough that he was able to pull her up and throw her on the couch.
She bounced on impact and tried to sit up. Once again, he used his strength to keep her right where he wanted her. With one hand on her shoulder to keep her flat, his other hand gripped her ankle and pulled it up and away from her body.
He
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