[ Yes, this is good. 2B is incredibly gratified by the way his breath quickens, so much so that her free hand reaches between her own legs, gently massaging at her already-slick, neglected slit. She tilts her head to and fro as she bobs it up and down along his length, making small, nearly inaudible vocalizations as she does so. Her salivary ducts are kicked into overdrive as she fucks him with her mouth, her tongue twisting and laving along every surface of his shaft that she can possibly reach.
The act doesn't trip any of her physical pleasure receptors, but the sounds he makes and the reactions she elicits are more than enough for her. 2B's fingers gently massage the bundle of sensory systems at the top of her folds as she works, eyelashes fluttering as a deep, appreciative moan curls at the back of her throat, more in response to his compliment than anything else.
When 9S pulls her hair, she growls, allowing her teeth to dangerously graze along his shaft. Their liaisons have been thus far been marked with the vague threat of violence, and this time is no different. There's something possessive about the way she commands his cock's pleasure with her lips and mouth, practically pistoning her parted, pouty lips along the velvety length of him.
For some reason, the thought of him spurting hot, thick ropes of lubricant into her mouth excites her. There's no nutritional value to be had there, and she knows it; the impulse is illogical in the truest sense... just like everything else about their arrangement. ]
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The act doesn't trip any of her physical pleasure receptors, but the sounds he makes and the reactions she elicits are more than enough for her. 2B's fingers gently massage the bundle of sensory systems at the top of her folds as she works, eyelashes fluttering as a deep, appreciative moan curls at the back of her throat, more in response to his compliment than anything else.
When 9S pulls her hair, she growls, allowing her teeth to dangerously graze along his shaft. Their liaisons have been thus far been marked with the vague threat of violence, and this time is no different. There's something possessive about the way she commands his cock's pleasure with her lips and mouth, practically pistoning her parted, pouty lips along the velvety length of him.
For some reason, the thought of him spurting hot, thick ropes of lubricant into her mouth excites her. There's no nutritional value to be had there, and she knows it; the impulse is illogical in the truest sense... just like everything else about their arrangement. ]