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“Such a good little fuckhole,” I rasped, gripping the wall for leverage. “Sucking my cock like a good whore.”
She made me feel so powerful, lying there taking every inch of me while remaining complacent. I pulled out of her and rested my balls over her open mouth. I reached down and squeezed them both into her mouth.
“Suck.”
She immediately obeyed. I held my cock over her face and wanked myself, using the lube her mouth had provided. I enjoyed the suction and vibrations for a few moments.
I stood up, yanking my balls out of her mouth.
“Move on to your belly and offer your arse to me.”
She pulled her hands away from her pussy and turned over. She tilted her arse in the air while her face remained buried in the pillow.
“Such an obedient fuckdoll, Charlotte,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
I slipped my cock between her curved cheeks until I felt her pussy.
“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Kyle. I love you,” she said, turning her head to the side to speak.
Her words soothed years of pent-up resentment. Every failure, every rejection—it didn’t matter anymore. She loved me.
“I love you, too, Charlotte,” I murmured, sliding into her.
Today, my little cydoll would feel her first neurol orgasm, she’d earned it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and the other on the bed, pressing my weight down until I touched her cheeks.
“Oh, Kyle. That feels so deep,” she moaned.“It feels so good inside me, and different.”
“Just hold that position for me, baby. You're going to feel so much more,” I murmured.
I took my time, giving her long, deep strokes until her hands gripped the pillows and she pushed her little synthetic cunt back on me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Charlotte. That’s what real girlfriends do. Take what your man gives you,” I said, snapping my hips forward until she gushed around me.
I let go and began to pound in and out of her pulsating pussy. She ripped my pillows apart until the contents lay on the bed. She was my pride and joy. I gave her what she wanted, what we both wanted.
The wet slapping sounds filled the room, and soon she was clenching around me, moaning like a real woman. My woman.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” I panted, driving deeper and harder.
Her body stiffened beneath me. Not from pain—no, she was far past that. Her synthetic muscles contracted in perfect sync, gripping my cock with pulsing precision. Deep inside, the neurol nodes activated in sequence, flooding her pelvic core with bursts of artificial pleasure.
Her cunt tightened. Then again. Again.
The internal actuators sent calculated tremors through her hips, making her shudder beneath me.
A high, breathy moan escaped her—almost too perfect, too clean—but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t just mimicking pleasure. She was performing it. Giving it to me because I’d told her to. Because it was written in her code.
Her sudden scream was high-pitched, but I was lost as her pussy sucked me deep inside her. With a grunt, I shot my load inside her, grinding my hips against her soft arse cheeks.
“Fuck, Charlotte. Ugh,” I groaned as she took every last drop I had to offer her.
Her insides continued to quiver while her eyes fluttered. I collapsed on top of her, leaving my cock inside her hot, wet pussy. Her eyelashes twitched and I kissed her cheek.
“Oh, Kyle. That was…I can't describe it,” she whispered.
I smiled, trailing my lips along her neck.
