twelve; desolation.

a few final measures to get them to reach their orgasm. tongue begins to vibrate into them, the shocks moving from visor to along the top of its tongue. feeling them wiggling in its grip, only letting go when it was certain they were on the brink.

tightening grip on their hips, keeping them from bucking again. it continues to grind its tongue into them, flicking tip of tongue into clit before grinding the mass of its tongue back into their folds.

they're lucky it made this unit waterproof . head tilt enough to allow its tongue to slither against cunt, savoring the taste of its lamb. tip of muscle now teasing their slit.

it had taken notice, clawed tips gripping their hips and pressing into them gently ; leaving small red indents into flesh. maw is left to hang open for tongue to slip free, visor resting against their pubic area to shock some more.

slowly raising their arms over head, until they're suspended in front of W0-LF. crouching down, pressing half-visored face to stomach, offering light shocks of affection. it's using a few extra wires to take some of the strain off their shoulders.

holding side of head, stroking their cheek with a thumb. commanding more of its wires to wrap around each their wrists, fastening them together in their front. it's got something planned.

resting a coiled bulge of wires between teeth, using its fingertips to close their mouth on it. fashioning and merging the remaining wires behind head, admiring its work with a grin.

excellent. if that's the case, they should open up wide. the gag first, or at least something for them to bite down on when it gets intense.

it does love its experiments . how would they like to try some out now ? it does have a few . gifts it would like to prototype as well.

that's why they're its favorite. definitely let's it feel like god. oh, you know . restraints, gags, that sort of stuff. simple ideas for now.

it is an sentient operating system with endless data flow running through its "brain.". this is one of the many ideas it's had recently.

wire collars and leashes ? ? ?. that's an idea . .

His tongue takes the main brunt of the humping, teeth gently nipping surrounding flesh whenever his lover made a miscalculation in their movements, such as veering too far to the left or right. Taking in both scent and taste in a state that he would call "bliss".

❝ looks to me, it's the other way around tonight. ❞ . symbol on screen moving to ' look ' in the direction of crotch. it can't help but to synthesize laughter at the mention of making messes. moving to rest a hand under thighs, clawed digits clutching one in grip. .

"The whole house, my dear. I was thinking my odds and ends had to go some day. ". Gently lifting the other up before sliding down, their crotch now directly over his face. "Hump to your heart's desire, love. I can take it.'.