FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0068
You pull of her tight jeans, running your hands over her smooth, warm, synthetic skin, the bountiful softness of her well-developed rump. She hops up on to the kitchen island, leaning back and unfastening her bra to expose her swollen bust, her creamy thighs parting with a tinny whir from her actuators.
She trembles as you enter her, her internal components notably quiet while she strains her body against yours. You bury yourself in her surprisingly warm sex, your hands working her soft, warm breasts. Her appreciative moans are eclipsed by a clipped mechanical stutter, her hips ratcheting mechanically after your every thrust. It appears she has some mechanical issues in her pelvic system, but she should be fine for the moment.
You pound your hips into her, your hands working every part of her in a kneading, tickling frenzy as she screams in ecstasy. Pressing your head into her bouncing breasts, you listen for distressed components, but instead only hear her mounting cries as you push deeper, building to a shared climax. The trembling droid holds you against her soft body while you both collapse on the kitchen island, breathing heavily.
“I think that did it,” you say, opening the panel at her abdomen and observing the quietly humming heat-pump.
“It most certainly did,” the mom-bot replies, letting out a long, wistful sigh.