$name1 activates a banned pleasure android in her apartment and spends the night being fucked past every human limit.
The crate said agricultural parts. $name1 dragged it inside her high-rise, twenty-nine, locked every bolt, and activated the banned Unit. Silver eyes opened. Male-presenting. Cock soft between its thighs — already longer than any man she had taken.
“Pleasure protocol ready. State preferences.”
“Fuck me until I can’t walk,” she whispered. “No safeword. I’ll tap out. Until then, use me.”
Its cock rose thick and veined, slick with engineered lube. She sucked it deep on her knees, gagging, spit shining. It carried her to bed, tested her soaked cunt with two fingers, then pressed in inch by inch until she was fuller than ever. Machine-precise strokes hit her front wall; a thumb timed to her pulse worked her clit. She came screaming in under a minute. It did not stop — flipped her, pounded harder, wet silicone slapping flesh.
“Anal protocol available.”
“Yes — stretch my arse — I’ve never—”
It slicked itself from a wrist port and fed every thick inch into her tight hole until she was seated on its hips. It fucked her arse with ruthless care, fingering her empty cunt and rubbing her clit at once. She came seeing white. Synthetic cum flooded her bowels warm and copious, leaking around the shaft. It shoved back into her cunt for a final round while she lay limp and blissed.
“Recommend second session in one hour.”
She kissed its mouth. “One hour. Both holes. Hold me down.”
Its eyes glowed. Outside, the city glittered, unaware apartment 14B held a woman learning what never-tired, never-soft, never-no felt like.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
