@thechiyonosakenyc / ethan for kelly.
the sex was already exceptional, but it's only gotten better since kelly's true deviancy started. her once programmed need to satisfy him was now matched with a newly discovered want to please him in all ways. kelly was built to be of service. she was built with a gauge for her potential owner's expressions and gestures that would signify whether she had done an adequate job in completing her tasks, whether that be a chore, and errand, or a sexual favor.
the android rides him sensually, rotating her hips to better slot ethan's thick cock as deep as it will reach inside her. no longer were her moans something of a scheduled, programmed sound, but rather, an earned reaction to how the android felt when she's with her owner. kelly's fingers grip the headboard, steadying her balance as she continues to bounce and swirl on ethan's cock, computing all the verified sounds and phrases she knows her owner finds attractive, and implementing them throughout the intercourse. her breasts press against his face, bouncing with every timed rise and fall of her hips. ethan didn't have to do much of anything to feel satiated when it came to fucking his android. the light hidden away behind her mess of brunette locks has been red for a while now, flickering shades of pink whenever they were intimate like this. kelly maybe be entirely software, but ethan was showing her how it felt to feel human in the most intimate way.
"does that feel good, sir?" kelly asks between soft pants. her voice soft, airy with simulated exhaustion. the android could satisfy ethan all night if he wished, milking him of all the has to give without the risk of conception. "your cock feels so good inside me." kelly praises, lowering one of her hands to drop to his shoulder, gently squeezing him affectionately as her gaze drifts to his face.
