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The deluge of pleasure data built and built, cascading through Jaime's thousands of delicate subsystems. Her nipples stiffened hard through her sheer workout top, her breasts slightly jiggling in sync with the dryer's tumble.
She moaned. It was slight, but audible. She couldn't help it, she leaned into the dryer, her pliable breasts contouring against it's top surface, and squealed. This time she was louder. Anyone in the laundromat would have clearly heard her, and Jaime knew. Her main CPU immediately made her turn around and examine her surroundings.
She pivoted 180 degrees, her pliant artificial cheeks never stopping their constant bid for attention against the dryer. She bit her lip and peered around the laundromat. Only one other person was there, and he was staring right at her.
Jaime's processors spun up in a frenzy trying to size up the situation and figure out a solution. Her main CPU, tasked with eliminating the extreme amount of data being tied up by her pleasure routines, sorted through the millions of extraneous variables governing her function and settled on one course of action. |
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