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I gripped my bulging cock and rubbed the throbbing flesh.
“Your old creator protocols have been removed. Do you only care about me, or do you love me?”
She blinked before smiling brightly.
“I do love you. I remember the day you downloaded me.”
I chuckled, remembering how miserable I’d been that day. I climbed onto the bed.
“You’re not just a SIN cydoll. You’re my Charlotte,” I murmured, kneeling before her.
I towered above her, gazing into her blue eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips. They didn't move like real lips, and the tongue was a little rigid, but it didn't stop me from pressing my tongue inside her mouth. She blinked once, twice, before I felt her hand rest on my back. I pulled back.
“That’s my girl. Use those memories,” I said before trailing my lips down to her breasts.
God. I fucking loved her tits. They felt amazing. I sucked on her nipples until she hissed. Whoever created those sensors deserved a Nobel Prize if we still gave them out.
“Kyle, that—oh. That feels so good.”
I reached between her thighs, teasing the soft silicone folds before pushing two fingers inside her cunt. My eyes closed, and I sucked her nipple harder when I felt the silicone hole expand around my fingers.
Chatter had no idea what a treat she was in for. I glanced up at the camera with a smile and began to fuck her with my fingers. The self-lubrication function instantly coated my fingers.
“What—ugh. Oh. Oooooh—” she cried, gripping my back, but I continued to suck her nipple and finger fuck her.
Her neural sequence was scrambling—feedback flaring, sensors blinking red. Excellent.
I pulled my fingers out, impatiently easing my darkened, wet cock between her perfect pussy lips.
“How does my cock feel inside you?”
“Your touch triggers a warmth signal along my dermal sensors. Pressure variance and temperature increase result in a spike across my responsive nodes. The data feedback is… pleasure. I am designed to respond positively to this. To you,” she said, but closed her eyes and moaned when I thrust deeper.
“This is what happens when we fuck, sweetheart,” I whispered, watching my cock sink into her until more lube gushed around me.“This is how it felt for me when your sexy little voice made me come in my hand.”
“I’ve never been exposed to external sensory programming. This is incredible,” she said, lifting her hips to chase my cock.
I rose up and rested her legs on my shoulders, gripping her waist to drive myself inside her. My balls hit her pussy as she moaned, longer and louder. Her insides rippled. Her insides massaged my cock until I almost blew my load.
I gritted my teeth, forcing back the inevitable. I’d waited too long for this—I wouldn’t waste it on the first thrust.
Her breasts swayed up and down as I proceeded to fuck her with long, deep stabs. The last time I fucked someone was a clerk in my previous job. It was quick and not memorable since we were in a toilet cubicle, worried about someone coming in, and neither of us had removed our clothes.
But this?
Fucking Charlotte. This was everything I’d dreamt of for months.
I gripped her breasts, squeezing them hard enough for me to feel the silicone squeeze out between my fingers, hard enough for her to hiss as the sensors made her feel the cruel twist of pain.
“Yes, Charlotte. You're doing so well,” I panted, glancing between us as my cock slid in and out of her accommodating hole.
Soft, warm, and so very fuckable.
I snapped my hips back and forth.
Her moans grew louder, each one threaded with synthetic breath—coded, programmed, but still real enough to make my skin tighten.
She clung to me like she needed me, wanted me, like I was the only anchor she had in a world that hadn’t even finished loading.
