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"I'd like to try her!" you proclaim, pointing at the gynoid on the right. | "I'd like to try her!" you proclaim, pointing at the gynoid on the right. | ||
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She runs her hands through her long black hair, then down her body. She removes her leather biker jacket | She runs her hands through her long black hair, then down her body. She removes her leather biker jacket, then turns around so you can admire her. Slowly, gracefully, she unclasps her bra. Her breasts are a great size, manageable but not humongous. | ||
"Alright papi, what kind of shit are you down for? I can fuck your brains out, I can kick your ass and tell you what a little bitch you are and then fuck your brains out, anything." | "Alright papi, what kind of shit are you down for? I can fuck your brains out, I can kick your ass and tell you what a little bitch you are and then fuck your brains out, anything. But first, you're going to have to choose from my distinct personalities, ¿claro?" | ||
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[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0013|Puerto Rican Princess]] | |||
Latest revision as of 00:29, 24 February 2009
"I'd like to try her!" you proclaim, pointing at the gynoid on the right.
"Very good Sir. Activating unit now. Please accompany her to the testing room."
The latina's forward stare never breaks as she mechanically steps forward, turns, and proceeds to the back of the showroom. "This unit will take a moment to completely boot up. Please excuse her rudeness." the voice from above informs you.
In the time it takes to cross the hundred feet to the row of white automatic doors, her gait gradually changes. Her Frankenstein-like stagger evolves before your eyes into a seductive strut. By the time you reach the door, only a few seconds that feels like an eternity, her gorgeous ass swings wide left and right with each step.
The door slides into the ceiling with a whirr and you accompany your potential purchase inside. This room is also white and clinical, but equipped with a vibrant red sofa. Cheesy porn music is softly piped in.
Suddenly, the gynoid seems to snap to consciousness. Her sultry hazel eyes lock on you in awareness. Her pouty lips part into a gleaming smile, and she begins to speak in a clear, commanding voice.
"Sup! I'm the Jessica Albot. Want to get nasty, papi?"
You can only nod in affirmation.
"Ok, sit back and check this out."
She runs her hands through her long black hair, then down her body. She removes her leather biker jacket, then turns around so you can admire her. Slowly, gracefully, she unclasps her bra. Her breasts are a great size, manageable but not humongous.
"Alright papi, what kind of shit are you down for? I can fuck your brains out, I can kick your ass and tell you what a little bitch you are and then fuck your brains out, anything. But first, you're going to have to choose from my distinct personalities, ¿claro?"