[ 2B tries her best to keep her eyes open in order to burn the sight of him between her legs into her memory, but she can't help the way they flutter shut, synapses firing and misfiring as the muscular systems in her inner thigh twitch. She catches a glimpse of his smile, almost devilish in its innocence, and it does her no favors; 2B fights the urge for her head to loll back as she bites her lower lip, her hips rolling and eager for more of the same stimulus.
It's just as 2B thinks she might be able to get a handle on herself that 9S veritably buries his face against her folds, prompting her to cry out in half-surprise. She does her best to keep eye contact, finding the fact that his gaze has never left her face to be insanely erotic, but she can't help the way her visual processors fade in and out, fuzzy with static. The feeling of his tongue is warm and wet, velvety and soft in places until he decides otherwise, and the sensitive bundle of pleasure receptors placed at the top of her folds stand absolutely no chance against it. 2B's moans soon turn to cries accompanied with the frenzied bucking of her hips against his mouth, the thin column of her neck exposing itself as she tilts her chin backwards.
2B feels molten, her sex swollen and slick with long-forgotten fluids intended for a neglected function of her android body, her audio and visual processes threatening to short. Warning after warning after warning pops up behind her eyes, warning her of imminent overheating and eventual system shortage, but she can't bring herself to care. She wants more of 9S' tongue and lips, to die in the way he makes her feel. Bringing a hand to the top of his head, her fingers card through his hair again, more desperate and less gentle than before as heat threatens to consume her.
She opens her mouth to speak, wanting to encourage him, but she finds that her words are overtaken by her moans and cries, elicited by the wicked movements of his tongue. She manages to whimper and beg his name like a prayer, fragmented and repeating as she writhes and shudders underneath his attentions. ]
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It's just as 2B thinks she might be able to get a handle on herself that 9S veritably buries his face against her folds, prompting her to cry out in half-surprise. She does her best to keep eye contact, finding the fact that his gaze has never left her face to be insanely erotic, but she can't help the way her visual processors fade in and out, fuzzy with static. The feeling of his tongue is warm and wet, velvety and soft in places until he decides otherwise, and the sensitive bundle of pleasure receptors placed at the top of her folds stand absolutely no chance against it. 2B's moans soon turn to cries accompanied with the frenzied bucking of her hips against his mouth, the thin column of her neck exposing itself as she tilts her chin backwards.
2B feels molten, her sex swollen and slick with long-forgotten fluids intended for a neglected function of her android body, her audio and visual processes threatening to short. Warning after warning after warning pops up behind her eyes, warning her of imminent overheating and eventual system shortage, but she can't bring herself to care. She wants more of 9S' tongue and lips, to die in the way he makes her feel. Bringing a hand to the top of his head, her fingers card through his hair again, more desperate and less gentle than before as heat threatens to consume her.
She opens her mouth to speak, wanting to encourage him, but she finds that her words are overtaken by her moans and cries, elicited by the wicked movements of his tongue.
She manages to whimper and beg his name like a prayer, fragmented and repeating as she writhes and shudders underneath his attentions. ]