[ 2B can't deny that the impulse to throw him onto the bed of flowers beneath their feet is very much there, but she feels rooted by the way he kisses her, the gesture so simple yet capable of shaking her to the core. His hands on her chest are warm, cupping her breasts and causing the man-made flesh to pillow between his fingers as his tongue seeks entry, which she eagerly provides. 2B ceases moving for half a second as she acclimates to the sensation of his hands and mouth, her processors taking the information and struggling to come up with the correct response.
She was built for the exact opposite of this, while 9S seems to take to it like a fish to water. 2B moans, suddenly more needy, against his mouth, her hands dancing along the flat planes of his torso before coming to rest upon his lower belly. Her right hand gently slides further downwards, seeking the familiar length that she knows she'll find there, gingerly taking it into her hand and once again being shocked by how hot and hard it is. The skin coating it is velvety, unlike the smooth silicon of the rest of their bodies, and 2B is once more seized with the idea of putting her lips around it.
It's a strange impulse, she knows, but she'd seen it in the magazine they'd found in that basement, all those days ago. Her tongue laves against 9S' as her hand encircles his shaft, slowly caressing and squeezing it as she begins to pump her fingers up and down. The way his hands squeeze and massage at her breasts threatens to cause her to overheat, and it's with great difficulty that 2B pulls away from the kiss, brow furrowed and tongue slightly extended past her wet, parted lips. ]
Let me... I mean... [ She begins, all at once looking vulnerable and vaguely confused by her own actions. She drops to her knees in front of 9S with more force than intended, sending petals flying from the flowers that were crushed by the impact even as she reasserts her grip upon the base of his cock. 2B's eyes drift upwards to his face as she leans forward, parting her lips in order to wrap them around the head of his shaft with an unpracticed clumsiness, moving her tongue along its underside. ]
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She was built for the exact opposite of this, while 9S seems to take to it like a fish to water. 2B moans, suddenly more needy, against his mouth, her hands dancing along the flat planes of his torso before coming to rest upon his lower belly. Her right hand gently slides further downwards, seeking the familiar length that she knows she'll find there, gingerly taking it into her hand and once again being shocked by how hot and hard it is. The skin coating it is velvety, unlike the smooth silicon of the rest of their bodies, and 2B is once more seized with the idea of putting her lips around it.
It's a strange impulse, she knows, but she'd seen it in the magazine they'd found in that basement, all those days ago. Her tongue laves against 9S' as her hand encircles his shaft, slowly caressing and squeezing it as she begins to pump her fingers up and down. The way his hands squeeze and massage at her breasts threatens to cause her to overheat, and it's with great difficulty that 2B pulls away from the kiss, brow furrowed and tongue slightly extended past her wet, parted lips. ]
Let me... I mean... [ She begins, all at once looking vulnerable and vaguely confused by her own actions. She drops to her knees in front of 9S with more force than intended, sending petals flying from the flowers that were crushed by the impact even as she reasserts her grip upon the base of his cock. 2B's eyes drift upwards to his face as she leans forward, parting her lips in order to wrap them around the head of his shaft with an unpracticed clumsiness, moving her tongue along its underside. ]