[ There's irony in the fact that 9S feels weak before her, as 2B feels that he is her very weakness. 9S is her weak point, and it's because of this that she falls beneath him easily, content to give him what he wants simply because it coincides with her own desires. He manipulates her deftly only because she allows him to, and while she's been down this road before in the physical sense, it seems completely different in this instance.
She has no idea of the filthy thoughts that run through his mind, though she can hazard a guess, if the way he licks his lips is any indication. 2B clings to him, tight and unyielding even in her notably weaker human form, her slick cunt aching from neglect even as the front of his pants teases and rubs against it. She knows that her body is feeding 9S all the information he needs to answer the question he's asking of her, but the fact that he wants to hear her say it explicitly is... Kind of hot, to use a colloquialism.
As his hands find her hips, they jerk upwards expectantly, the soft purr of his voice sending a thrill up her spine. She allows him to curl over her, the sound of his voice ringing in her very blood as he tears apart her panties. When he kisses her, all of 2B's logical thoughts come to a fizzling stop, and she hardly has time to respond before he's pulling away, eliciting a soft noise of protest to build at the back of her throat. ]
You know me well enough to know that I don't beg, [ 2B murmurs, though her expression is slightly heady in the aftermath of their kiss. Dropping one of her arms from around his neck, she moves to undo the front of his pants, her movements markedly more clumsy than they usually would be. Her body is treacherous in her want of him, her dripping wet cunt eager and aching for him to fill her in any way he deems fit. This much is evidenced by the way she struggles to keep her hips pinned down to the table as she works, attempting to get his pants open in order to slip them down his hips. ]
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She has no idea of the filthy thoughts that run through his mind, though she can hazard a guess, if the way he licks his lips is any indication. 2B clings to him, tight and unyielding even in her notably weaker human form, her slick cunt aching from neglect even as the front of his pants teases and rubs against it. She knows that her body is feeding 9S all the information he needs to answer the question he's asking of her, but the fact that he wants to hear her say it explicitly is... Kind of hot, to use a colloquialism.
As his hands find her hips, they jerk upwards expectantly, the soft purr of his voice sending a thrill up her spine. She allows him to curl over her, the sound of his voice ringing in her very blood as he tears apart her panties. When he kisses her, all of 2B's logical thoughts come to a fizzling stop, and she hardly has time to respond before he's pulling away, eliciting a soft noise of protest to build at the back of her throat. ]
You know me well enough to know that I don't beg, [ 2B murmurs, though her expression is slightly heady in the aftermath of their kiss. Dropping one of her arms from around his neck, she moves to undo the front of his pants, her movements markedly more clumsy than they usually would be. Her body is treacherous in her want of him, her dripping wet cunt eager and aching for him to fill her in any way he deems fit. This much is evidenced by the way she struggles to keep her hips pinned down to the table as she works, attempting to get his pants open in order to slip them down his hips. ]