[ 2B has her theories past the official reasoning for the discontinuation of maintenance to these parts of themselves, and they align with 9S' in that regard. There's too much room for defection to be found in the deliciousness of intimacy, and she knows YoRHa can't afford to lose its most valuable-- and likely only-- asset. Why the functions and systems responsible for such intimacy weren't removed outright is beyond her, however, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. 9S' tongue deftly manipulates more needy, almost pained sounds to erupt from her lips as it moves over and between her soaked folds, and she's grateful for the ability to feel this way.
2B gets a good view of the way his face is coated with her arousal, and as she shifts over him, she experimentally leans forward, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. She's never had occasion to taste herself before, but seeing 9S' face slick with both spit and her lubricant is probably one of the most erotic things she's ever seen, and she can't help herself. 2B still feels heady and feverish, her gaze matching his own even as he slips underneath her, her thighs coming to bracket his hips as they have so many times before.
She feels raw, swollen. Her cunt aches with lack of stimulation, still practically dripping even as she grips the base of his cock, angling its length towards the tight mouth of her entrance. 2B keeps her eyes on his face, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. The feeling of his hard, unyielding need already beginning to push into her makes her want to slam her weight down onto it, but she holds back for her partner's sake; this will be the first time this body of his has experienced this, and for some strange reason, that fact makes her want to fight the urge to take him violently.
Gauging his expression, 2B gently begins to bear down, hissing as his crown parts her folds, white-hot in its hardness. ]
This... This is what I wanted most. [ 2B murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as her internal mechanisms move to receive him. It's a tight, almost uncomfortable sensation, but the last thing she wants is to stop. ]
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2B gets a good view of the way his face is coated with her arousal, and as she shifts over him, she experimentally leans forward, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. She's never had occasion to taste herself before, but seeing 9S' face slick with both spit and her lubricant is probably one of the most erotic things she's ever seen, and she can't help herself. 2B still feels heady and feverish, her gaze matching his own even as he slips underneath her, her thighs coming to bracket his hips as they have so many times before.
She feels raw, swollen. Her cunt aches with lack of stimulation, still practically dripping even as she grips the base of his cock, angling its length towards the tight mouth of her entrance. 2B keeps her eyes on his face, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. The feeling of his hard, unyielding need already beginning to push into her makes her want to slam her weight down onto it, but she holds back for her partner's sake; this will be the first time this body of his has experienced this, and for some strange reason, that fact makes her want to fight the urge to take him violently.
Gauging his expression, 2B gently begins to bear down, hissing as his crown parts her folds, white-hot in its hardness. ]
This... This is what I wanted most. [ 2B murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as her internal mechanisms move to receive him. It's a tight, almost uncomfortable sensation, but the last thing she wants is to stop. ]