ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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- Jul 16, 2013
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She took the initiative now, but there was little reason for him to resist. He used to think he wouldn’t like these all that much. So insensitive of his partner. She does all this work to get him to feel pleasure, and he was sure girls wouldn’t get the pleasure in return. But when she latched her lips to his member, any thoughts to the contrary were gone. In fact any thoughts were gone. All that was left was the pleasure.
Despite the apparent youth and the hint of inexperience in all other ways she existed, she moved fluidly and confidently. The taught texture of her lips, the soft pressure of her tongue, even the gentle ridges of her mouth gave extraordinary sensations through his flesh. His cock strained against the recovery the effort the old boy put in over the last day; but her attention was so good that the old boy stood his ground and kept steady even through her attentions should have made him trigger nearly immediately.
His hands found her wet hair, caressing the electric colored strands. Their silkiness no less deteriorated by the cleaning; and as he stroked her scalp and helped her movements he marveled at how much she felt both young and sensual. His fingers brushed against the access panel on her neck; and instantly he was reminded of her true nature. Android, machine and flesh.
Remember that, he tried to think, Remember what she is. He tried, tried hard, but thoughts left him quickly - except for one - a warning.
“I’m …. I’m coming,” he warned.
He had a few breaths left, then the eruption, the finish. And a long groan of relief from his lips.
Despite the apparent youth and the hint of inexperience in all other ways she existed, she moved fluidly and confidently. The taught texture of her lips, the soft pressure of her tongue, even the gentle ridges of her mouth gave extraordinary sensations through his flesh. His cock strained against the recovery the effort the old boy put in over the last day; but her attention was so good that the old boy stood his ground and kept steady even through her attentions should have made him trigger nearly immediately.
His hands found her wet hair, caressing the electric colored strands. Their silkiness no less deteriorated by the cleaning; and as he stroked her scalp and helped her movements he marveled at how much she felt both young and sensual. His fingers brushed against the access panel on her neck; and instantly he was reminded of her true nature. Android, machine and flesh.
Remember that, he tried to think, Remember what she is. He tried, tried hard, but thoughts left him quickly - except for one - a warning.
“I’m …. I’m coming,” he warned.
He had a few breaths left, then the eruption, the finish. And a long groan of relief from his lips.