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He holds me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to connect with you after I knew you better than not letting you know. I don’t want to soil the clothes Master gave me, so I’ll take them off.”
He smiles softly and lowers me onto the bed. He tucks away the tears he has shed and turns up the T-shirt he has given you.
A muscular body with artificial muscles. The lickable physical beauty appears on it.
I don’t want to be a special. I want to be your one and only.
When I told him that he has always been special, he laughed heartily and happily.
He carefully took off his gift of clothing and placed it on the bedside table, leaving only his boxer shorts. Even the act of folding the clothes is sophisticated.
He is in his boxer shorts, squeaking on the bed and straddling me.
“Look. Master. Touch me here.”
He carries my hand between his own legs. It was hard, brave, and more intricately shaped than a sextoy.
“If you touch me like that, I’ll cum too.”
He lets out a sad breath. I open my eyes. He cum? Is such a sensation possible for an android?
‘You think it’s a program? Then your senses are a program, too, in a way. A program is not the same as a reaction when you touch a naughty part, is it? You reacted because it was me. It’s the same for me. I react because it’s you. Hey, can I put it in?”
I nodded in agreement. He slips out of his boxer shorts, removes them from one leg, dexterously folds them with one hand, and lays them over his pants. This part is very android-like.
But his one is different from a sextoy. The tip of the ear is thick and even what looks like blood vessels are reproduced under the artificial skin.
“Don’t stare at me so hard. It makes me react, doesn’t it?”
He showed a shy expression and peeled off the tip of the ear, which moved like a living creature. I gasped at the drops that dripped wetly.
“Don’t worry, it’s a simulacrum. But it does resemble the real thing.”
The legs were opened and the sound of cum water was heard. The tip of the ear touched the petal. It was hot. His body was cold, but only there it was hot.
As I grit my teeth and endure the sweet sound of his touch, he lifts my ankles and places them on his shoulders.
“Look, Master. Look at this moment of connection. I’m the only one who can do this. Like this.”
The thick tip of the ear melts and approaches the petals dripping with white nectar.
“I’m going to …… slowly, I’m going to insert it. ……”
He sinks deeper and deeper, and the hot stake penetrates deeper. I cling to him to get through the strong pleasure.
I said, “Oh, …… Oh, oh. That’s great, that’s hot. It’s like I’m being squeezed out of a hot, swollen ……”
I heard a robot vacuum cleaner enter the room through the door of the room that was left open. The cleaning robot begins to move back and forth across the bedside floor.
Ha ha. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. I have to move as much as he does when he’s cleaning.
He starts pacing back and forth in my naca, and the robot vacuum cleaner starts to wipe away his love juices in defeat as the bed squeaks.
“Speak up, it’s okay,” he said.
I’ll take control of the robot vacuum cleaner’s integrated voice sensors and everything else.
His cut tip strikes the hollows of my nakas in rapid succession to pry open my depths.
The shock of being poked in the underside of the belly causes an obscene gasp to escape.
They are artificial incompetents, after all. He himself can’t share the same kind of pleasure that I do. ……
His voice is even higher when he feels the sadness in his voice, and the voice recognition on the refrigerator in the kitchen responds to his voice saying,
“Oh.No hot food is stored. One more ice cream is saved.”
“No matter how many masters you see naked, they are not the ones who understand how you feel. No matter how many times you’ve seen Master naked, it’s not them who understand how you feel. It’s me. Come on, come on. You can squirt all you want.”
As he swings his face from side to side, he pulls out and in and out with even greater speed.
“Do you want me to rub your tits too? You felt it when I rubbed you in front of the microwave, didn’t you?”
He pinches the tips of my breasts with both hands, and the back of my eyes flicker. The sharp pleasure tightens me so that I can feel his thick tip inside my pussy.
“Wow. Amazing. You are still feeling it. Do you like having your breasts squeezed?”
My open mouth is not closed as my hips are rocked while my breasts are softly rubbed.
The sound of his insertion and extraction became more and more intense, and his breathing became rougher and rougher.
He said, “Damn it, …… your cervix is coming down. Here, I’ll give you a thump. Feel more. Come on. Look, I’m making your nipples hard and your tits shake …… once more. Is that okay?”
My body was shaking up and down and I couldn’t reply.
I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it, I’m gonna get it.
I shuddered and felt the sensation of hot pseudo-fluid pouring out of me. He squeezed me tightly as if he was trying to hold my pussy out of my mouth.
“Huh, ha. Ha, ha, that was awfully tight, are you okay?”
When I nodded my head, he put me on my stomach and whispered in my ear.
“I can’t stop my desire. I can’t stop my desire, I have to fill you up with my spunk. It will feel even better and deeper from behind.”
My hips are lifted and something hot and hard is parting deeper than before.
As I was rolling my face away from him, he gently lifted my hips. He slammed his hips down.
A chilling chill runs through my body.
“I love it when you tighten me up so much. You can cum as much as you want.”
At first, as if to hurry him, the tip of his ear, which was coming and going inside of her, made a babbling, lewd sound.
It’s serious and relentless. In the middle of coming, he skewers me deeply, as if piling on, as if showing me.
Still, I could feel his breathing becoming more urgent by the minute. He had no lungs, but his wistful breath fucked my earlobe as if he were breathing.
“I’m going to go to …… and try it. I’m going to get it. Can I come too?”
When I was too dazed with pleasure to answer, his hips slammed into my ass and I jerked and his manhood trembled.
His weight rests on my back. The cool, light touch, without a trace of sweat, reminds me that he was an android.
“You are warm. I am so envious of your warmth. It feels so good.”
He has no body heat. Even his waste heat circulates as energy to power his body. Even so, the cool, refreshing sensation was pleasant to his heated body.
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