[ 2B has seen many, many beautiful things since arriving upon the earth's surface, but all of them seem to pale in comparison to the way is merely sounds at this very moment. Every sharp intake of air past his lips hits her straight in the core, causing the neglected walls clinging to to his need to suckle and grasp at him with renewed fervor. 2B feels almost as if nothing else matters outside of the dingy basement that echoes every one of his moans and whimpers, and that suits her just fine.
Though she can't see his face, 2Bs mind formulates an image of how he must look: flushed and lovely as ever, especially with that curse burning on his lips. The way he returns her affectionate nuzzling sends a thrill up her spine, causing her to drive her hips forward with more force than she'd intended, desperate to feel him fill her insides over and over. Lubricant drips down from where they're joined and onto the dirt floor as his hands find her rear, causing her to half-growl in approval, her labored breaths punctuated by soft, slowly escalating cries of pleasure.
When he asks for more force, she's happy to comply, the pistons in her legs going into overdrive as she fucks him into the wall. Her cries grow steadily louder as she moves, her vision going white behind the darkness of her shorted visor as one of her hands shifts and pins his neck to the wall, tilting his chin upwards. Here, he is hers and hers alone. 2B can ensure that nothing will ever harm him outside of herself, desperate and rough. ]
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Though she can't see his face, 2Bs mind formulates an image of how he must look: flushed and lovely as ever, especially with that curse burning on his lips. The way he returns her affectionate nuzzling sends a thrill up her spine, causing her to drive her hips forward with more force than she'd intended, desperate to feel him fill her insides over and over. Lubricant drips down from where they're joined and onto the dirt floor as his hands find her rear, causing her to half-growl in approval, her labored breaths punctuated by soft, slowly escalating cries of pleasure.
When he asks for more force, she's happy to comply, the pistons in her legs going into overdrive as she fucks him into the wall. Her cries grow steadily louder as she moves, her vision going white behind the darkness of her shorted visor as one of her hands shifts and pins his neck to the wall, tilting his chin upwards. Here, he is hers and hers alone. 2B can ensure that nothing will ever harm him outside of herself, desperate and rough. ]