FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0006
Despite her protest, you unbutton her tight jeans and pull them over her hips, her silk thong easily coming with them. Her smooth, bare synth-skin appears to have weathered the years quite well, but there is an unexpected chilliness to her bared backside. By contrast, her sex is feverishly warm as you slide into her. Her icy hips spasm with the accompanied whine of pistons – you suspect it has been some time since anyone put this droid through its paces.
“Oh! Oh God!” she gasps, her metallic voice cracking as she tries to keep quiet, her mechanisms straining with her uneven gyrations, her cool rump grinding against you. As her cries grow less and less restrained, you suddenly hear a voice call out above you, “Mom, what’s going on out there?!” The awning over the driveway prevents a direct line of sight either from or to the bedroom, but you imagine the sounds would be enough to answer the question for any human listener. Nevertheless, the mom-bot offers, “Ammmmberrrrr, we’re j-just getting the g-groceries! <ahhhhh!>”
“I’m coming down!” Amber calls out.
“She c-c-cant seeeee meeee like th-th-thiszzz,” she insists, her body quivering as she tries to settle her volatile pumping.