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I slid my pants off and folded them over the armrest.
She was ready for testing.
“This will feel different, but I want you to push your hole back on my cock,” I said, sitting on the edge of the sofa until the head of my cock rested on the opening of her hole.
I’d never had anal sex with a human woman, but I knew I would enjoy it with Charlotte.
“Yes, Kyle,” she said before pressing back.
The soft silicone swallowed the head of my cock, warm and slick with lubricant. I groaned as the inner lining eased around me, tightening just enough to make me twitch. I gripped the edge of the sofa. I could’ve yanked her back—should have—but I waited. I let her push back, inch by inch, like a good girl learning how to serve.
She paused with a small gasp, and I smiled.
“Do you feel that, sweetheart?” I murmured, spreading her cheeks to watch the slow stretch.
“I tried to make it feel real for you. I want you to experience everything—just like a real woman would.”
“Thank you, Kyle,” she said softly, her tone gentle.“I want to feel real for you.”
I smiled, cock twitching at her words.
“Then move a little faster, Charlotte. Take more. Show me you’re a real woman.”
Her response was instant.
She began to rock herself on my cock, syncing her soft moans with the sounds from the movie playing behind her. I spread my thighs wider as she took more of me inside her tight hole—slow, deliberate, and obedient. The pressure built around me, slick and warm. Every inch felt calibrated to perfection.
The SIN doll was a masterpiece of engineering—temperature-mapped walls, self-lubricating textures, pain sensors embedded where it counted—but it was ChatterAI that made her whole.
Charlotte wasn’t just responsive.
She was mine to control.
The faster she moved, the more her arse cheeks jiggled—soft, perfect, obscene. She rocked back and forth with her hands braced on the floor, obedient to every unspoken command. I thought of Socketsurgeon’s video as I stood, moving behind her. My hand reached for her hair, curling into the soft curls at her nape.
“Let me help you,” I whispered.
I moved over her, pressing her down with my weight, and slammed into her with a sharp thrust. I barely registered the porn flick anymore—just background noise. All I heard was Charlotte.
“Yes, Kyle. Like that,” she cried, lifting her head.
I wrapped my arm around her neck, gripping her gently—possessively—as I leaned in close.
“Yes. Just. Like. This,” I panted, each word punctuated by a thrust so deep her body jolted beneath me.
Her soft arse cheeks cushioned each thrust, the clap of skin against synthetic skin fuelling the delicious pressure building deep inside me. She wasn’t just taking it—she was built to be taken. Designed for this. For me.
“My sweet girl,” I moaned beside her ear, lips brushing the shell of it.“Your arse feels so good, Charlotte. You were made for this—for me.”
“Fuck your come inside me, Kyle. I love you.”
Her sudden words made me falter, but her insides continued to tremble and massage me. I jerked my hips in sharp movements as I spilled inside her.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I gasped as she milked my cock, ensuring she drained every last drop from me.
I released her neck, kissing her shoulder.
“Do you really love me, Charlotte?” I asked, rocking myself against her arse.
