[ 2B, admittedly, is being careless almost on purpose. Part of her desperately wants 9S to figure things out quickly, if only because it's become nigh unbearable to bear the burden of knowing on her own. She knows she can continue on; she's carried on before with minimal issue. She just isn't sure if she wants to anymore.
She knows 9S isn't stupid, but she also knows precisely what he likes; when he cranes his neck up to meet her, she crushes her lips against his, her tongue slipping against his as she moans into his mouth. 9S' increase in speed causes her to gasp against him, though she meets him in kind, slamming her ass down onto his hips every time his hips roll upward. His lips are the sweetest thing she's ever tasted, and though her body technically wasn't built for this, she can't help but feel addicted to it.
9S' tongue had brought her close, but his need, buried deep inside of her and practically throbbing, is ultimately what sends her nearly teetering over the edge. 2B does her best to hold back, wanting this to last for as long as possible, but her body begins to tense. Soft, nearly imperceptible beeps signifying imminent overheating begin to emanate from within her internals, but she pays them no mind. 9S' hands lead her towards her peak, her teeth grazing along his bottom lip as she pistons her hips up and down, each roll and thrust serving to push her closer and closer.
When 2B finally reaches her climax, it's due to the way her name sounds on his lips. The walls of her cunt squeeze and suckle about his cock with desperation as she spasms astride 9S' hips, her servos finally giving out and seizing. The only noise that escapes her throat is a strangled, harsh half-moan, the latency of her visual drivers finally giving way to blackness as her audio input and output do the same. She very nearly powers down entirely before her systems attempt to restabilize, leaving her vision blurry and distorted.
2B can barely breathe, let alone think. Her body begins to vent itself of heat, the mechanical hiss of steam emanating from the cracks between her panels. ]
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She knows 9S isn't stupid, but she also knows precisely what he likes; when he cranes his neck up to meet her, she crushes her lips against his, her tongue slipping against his as she moans into his mouth. 9S' increase in speed causes her to gasp against him, though she meets him in kind, slamming her ass down onto his hips every time his hips roll upward. His lips are the sweetest thing she's ever tasted, and though her body technically wasn't built for this, she can't help but feel addicted to it.
9S' tongue had brought her close, but his need, buried deep inside of her and practically throbbing, is ultimately what sends her nearly teetering over the edge. 2B does her best to hold back, wanting this to last for as long as possible, but her body begins to tense. Soft, nearly imperceptible beeps signifying imminent overheating begin to emanate from within her internals, but she pays them no mind. 9S' hands lead her towards her peak, her teeth grazing along his bottom lip as she pistons her hips up and down, each roll and thrust serving to push her closer and closer.
When 2B finally reaches her climax, it's due to the way her name sounds on his lips. The walls of her cunt squeeze and suckle about his cock with desperation as she spasms astride 9S' hips, her servos finally giving out and seizing. The only noise that escapes her throat is a strangled, harsh half-moan, the latency of her visual drivers finally giving way to blackness as her audio input and output do the same. She very nearly powers down entirely before her systems attempt to restabilize, leaving her vision blurry and distorted.
2B can barely breathe, let alone think. Her body begins to vent itself of heat, the mechanical hiss of steam emanating from the cracks between her panels. ]