FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0047
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You reach under her sweater, caressing the plush expanse of her breasts. They feel wonderful despite the chill of her synthetic flesh, and suddenly her nipples stiffen. With an electric snap she is back, panting luridly brushing her born hair from her face as she clutches your forearm, urging your hands into a bust now tingling with a slight electrical charge.
Unable to bear it any longer, she pulls you to her, kissing you firmly as the smell of electric smoke fills your nostrils. She grinds against you, moaning in urgent desperation.