[ 2B is used to roughness in their coupling, so much so that anything less than it is likely to take her by surprise. This instance is much the same, and though her cunt seems to struggle to grip his length, she takes to it with remarkable ease, meeting him halfway as best she can with her ankles propped onto his shoulders.
She knows that the other denizens of Pascal's village can likely hear the sounds of their lovemaking; the small room they're staying in is not much more than four walls and a roof constructed out of old wood and scrap metal. Thankfully, no one comes to investigate as 9S makes enough noise for the both of them, though 2B's own voice joins his with every heavy thrust of his hips.
She can feel him nearing his peak as he twitches and throbs within her, and though 2B herself isn't terribly close, she finds herself anticipating it all the same. She plants a line of kisses along the pulse of his neck as he thrusts, teeth gently nipping at his skin and holding him close. 2B shudders as she hears her own name fall from his lips, that familiar, sticky feeling of him filling her cunt with cum causing her to shiver.
2B is quiet in the aftermath, holding him as he rides out his orgasm. She strokes his hair, his cheek, his neck and shoulder, silently wondering how they'd come to this. She wonders if he feels better after that, though she knows better than to ask.
Instead, she closes her eyes, taking a breath. She tries to imagine a world without set directives, and fails. ]
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She knows that the other denizens of Pascal's village can likely hear the sounds of their lovemaking; the small room they're staying in is not much more than four walls and a roof constructed out of old wood and scrap metal. Thankfully, no one comes to investigate as 9S makes enough noise for the both of them, though 2B's own voice joins his with every heavy thrust of his hips.
She can feel him nearing his peak as he twitches and throbs within her, and though 2B herself isn't terribly close, she finds herself anticipating it all the same. She plants a line of kisses along the pulse of his neck as he thrusts, teeth gently nipping at his skin and holding him close. 2B shudders as she hears her own name fall from his lips, that familiar, sticky feeling of him filling her cunt with cum causing her to shiver.
2B is quiet in the aftermath, holding him as he rides out his orgasm. She strokes his hair, his cheek, his neck and shoulder, silently wondering how they'd come to this. She wonders if he feels better after that, though she knows better than to ask.
Instead, she closes her eyes, taking a breath. She tries to imagine a world without set directives, and fails. ]