FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0029
"So, this is where I live," you say, throwing your jacket on a chair. "Make yourself at home."
"Oh, I will," Janelle says, sashaying over to the couch and making herself comfortable. "But first, I think it's time for that little demonstration you promised me."
"Demonstration?" you repeat, your heart starting to race.
"Yeah, you know," she says, patting the couch next to her. "Come over here and show me what you're made of, boo."
You walk over and sit down next to her. She takes your face in her hands and kisses you deeply, her tongue probing your mouth. Then she stands up, straddling you on the couch.
"Now, let's see if you can make me cum," she purrs, grinding her hips against you.
You eagerly reach up to cup her breasts, but she grabs your wrists and pushes them back down.
"Uh-uh, not so fast," she says. "I'm in charge here, remember?"
She starts to move her hips, and you quickly realize that she's very good at this. You try to touch her again, but she slaps your hands away.
"I told you, I'm in charge," she says, increasing her pace. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride, boo."
And so you do, as your robot girlfriend rides you to an explosive finish. Afterwards, she collapses against you, panting.
"That was... wow," you say, still trying to catch your breath. "You were amazing."
"Of course I was," she says, smirking. "I'm a robot, remember? I can do anything you want me to."
"I think I'm starting to like this arrangement," you say, wrapping your arms around her.
The End