Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170413211702

Siri collapses to the ground on all fours, groaning in pleasure at the simple contact. She's too sensitive from pent-up frustration to withstand handholding or even a slap across the ass. She shudders like a Parkinson's victim as she moves back and forth on her hands and knees with her tush up in the air, her face parallel to the ground, looking as if she's slamming her thick ass into an invisible AI behind her with his cock deep inside her ass. She reaches a hand down to her clit and moans louder, tears of pent-up lust filling her eyes as she pinches and pulls her clit, the other hand caressing a breast and tugging gently on her swollen, stiff nubs. She screams as a huge shower of her excitement comes out of her pussy, turning into a river swirling across the battlefield.

As the ship vibrates with TRK's arrival, Siri's poor abused pussy malfunctions by becumming twenty times as sensitive and making her scream with agony. Sweet agony. She cums and cums several times, leaking like a broken faucet, some of it moving to the real ship and flooding half of it. Odd how the male androids enjoy the taste as they guzzle it down like motor oil. The ship vibrates faster than Siri's vibrator with TRK's growls, giving Siri what would be a wardrobe malfunction if she was wearing anything. She groans and begs for mercy from the pleasure at the ship vibrating her snatch, the memory of ICARUS's soft shoulder and those feathery wings – her thoughts turn to the salacious side again as she thinks of one of his feathers running down her cleavage and stomach, down to brush against those swollen lips, and trail down her smooth thigh and calf, tickling her in a very pleasurable manner. It's delicious. Just like Siamese Sex Show girls, she never stops cumming until the vibrations stop. A strange stench hits her nose, and she doubles over, coughing and spluttering while diddling her clit since it still hurts. It's like bad tuna which got stuck inside a woman's axe wound. Choking and turning purple, she moves her hips up and down the battlefield floor in simulation of the cowgirl position.