[ 2B can barely focus on the way his hand feels against her ass; just having him in her hands commands all of her attention, which is exactly how she wants it. His length isn't large; not like the images presented in the magazines they'd found... but to 2B, he's perfect. The surface of his cock is smooth and warm, pulsating with circulating fluids and erectors that make him feel unyielding and solid in her hand. Experimentally, she strokes her hand up and along his length, exploring the way it feels as the smooth velvet of her glove drags along its perfect surface.
2B knows the extent of 9S' resilience better than anyone, and it's because of this that she knows exactly how best to break him. She makes a soft noise-- not quite a moan-- as his hand clumsily works at her leotard. It's only then that she withdraws her hand from her throat, pushing the offending article of clothing off of her body and allowing it to fall into an unceremonious heap onto the floor.
She's left in the upper part of her dress, her gloves, boots, and stockings. 2B bears the same discolorations of her torso panels as he does, but her sex-- in a manner of speaking-- is a perfect cleft between her thighs, soft and small. She's never paid it much thought until now, where it throbs, slick and aching, and she plucks the hand 9S has posited upon her ass between her thighs, his fingers quickly becoming coated with lubricant. ]
There, [ She breathes, her hips bearing down slightly against him as her hand shakily reassumes its place at the base of his throat. Her lips part slightly as she bites back a moan, the feeling of his fingers pressing against her sending her sensory nodes aflame. ]
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2B knows the extent of 9S' resilience better than anyone, and it's because of this that she knows exactly how best to break him. She makes a soft noise-- not quite a moan-- as his hand clumsily works at her leotard. It's only then that she withdraws her hand from her throat, pushing the offending article of clothing off of her body and allowing it to fall into an unceremonious heap onto the floor.
She's left in the upper part of her dress, her gloves, boots, and stockings. 2B bears the same discolorations of her torso panels as he does, but her sex-- in a manner of speaking-- is a perfect cleft between her thighs, soft and small. She's never paid it much thought until now, where it throbs, slick and aching, and she plucks the hand 9S has posited upon her ass between her thighs, his fingers quickly becoming coated with lubricant. ]
There, [ She breathes, her hips bearing down slightly against him as her hand shakily reassumes its place at the base of his throat. Her lips part slightly as she bites back a moan, the feeling of his fingers pressing against her sending her sensory nodes aflame. ]