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“Oh, fuck she feels so warm and wet,” Masterbaytor groaned.
I took my second handheld recorder out and homed in his glistening cock as he pulled out. When he slammed back into her Dollfucker groaned.
“Yeah, fuck her harder. Her throat contracts around me,” Dollfucker said gripping her head.
Devbotdom slipped beneath Charlotte and began to suck on her nipples. I glanced at Socketsurgeon who had his hand down his waistband.
“Her arse is mine once you two are done,” he growled.
Devbotdom released her nipple with a wet smacking sound.
“You're lucky I want to try her mouth next,” he muttered before he continued to torment Charlotte’s breast sensors.
I ignored them and continued to focus on Masterbaytor hammering in and out of Charlotte’s synthetic pussy.
“Fuck, $inner. She feels so real,” he panted, gripping her hips.
All three of them took their time, rotating around her and placing her in various positions. Charlotte moaned, gagged and trembled. Socketsurgeon inspected her every movement.
“I want one like her,” Socketsurgeon said abruptly. “Money isn't a problem.”
My eyes widened. He knew what kind of tech was inside of Charlotte. I nodded before watching the foursome again. Charlotte was on her back while Masterbaytor pounded her pussy. Dollfucker was making use of her deep throat function while Devbotdom was slapping her breasts.
Slapping wet sounds filled the room and Socketsurgeon tugged his denims off. As soon as Dollfucker came in Charlotte’s mouth Devbotdom was on top of her face.
“Yeah, pretty gurl, suck me right up,” he groaned as he thrust so hard that I saw her neck bulge.
My dick was as rigid as a rock. Mastorbaytor clutched her breasts and drove deep inside her. I heard the faint vibrations as Charlotte’s hips rose to meet him.
Goddamn whore. She was enjoying herself.
I ignored Masterbaytor ejaculating inside her cunt—my cunt.
“Don’t go easy on her Socket,” I said, moving back from the camera.
He paused in unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes flashed beneath the black mask.
“You've seen what I do to my cydolls. Are you sure?”
“She was built for it. Give her everything you have,” I said confidently before I stared at Devbotdom spraying his seed into her open mouth and face.
I checked the other camera and saw that the shot had been perfect. A whirring sound had me looking up and I saw shackles attached to chains coming down from the ceiling. It was clear to see the leather neck and wrist restraints.
“Oh, damn. It’s going to be one hell of a night for Charlotte,” Dollfucker said.
“Don’t fuck her up too much. I want to use her again,” Masterbaytor said, standing up.
“Stand up, Charlotte,” Socketsurgeon barked.
She stood up with ease. My lips tightened when I saw the come on her face.
“What a nasty silicone slut. Come dripping down your legs and smeared on your face. Go to the restraints.”
I repositioned the cameras until they captured the new position.
Devbotdom moved with the ease of someone who’d done this dozens of times. He gripped Charlotte’s waist to steady her while Socket threaded the cuffs through the restraint rig bolted to the beam above. There was a hiss—hydraulics engaging—as the tension adjusted.
I watched the way her arms lifted, wrists pulled high above her head, until her heels barely kissed the ground. Her bodystretched taut like a sculpture, soft silicone straining at the seams. Her breasts rose with each simulated breath. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t resist.
