FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0008
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You pull out of her as she gives a few final shudders, her body humming while she jerks back up her panties and jeans, turning to face the door with a pleasant smile as her robotic daughter, Amber, opens the side door. She’s dressed casually in cut-offs and a tight white t-shirt, a look that highlights her long, tanned legs and her pert breasts. She glanced between you and her robotic “mother”, her face pretty and unsuspecting, eyes wide amidst a dappling of freckles. There is no accusation in her voice when she asks, “What was all that noise?”
“It was no-nothing, dear – he was just…”