2B.

Makes me wish... you would spit THEIR spit into my "fuckable oral orifice."

It is quite arousing to see them spit into your mouth and then command you to swirl it around using a finger.

Tachy appears very attracted to your form. She is touching you even more than Lily tends to.

Tight.

Tight.

𝙆𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙃-- 𝘀'𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀'𝗵𝘄𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁... ♡

You 𝘢𝘳𝘦 passing some judgment, but I can let it pass... for the time being.

𝙂𝙡𝙧𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙧𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙧𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙧𝙜—

Hmph.

Gulping down semen.

One must wonder what drives these Naytibas to seek us out for insemination.

Our assholes have superseded the purposes of their original design. Quite novel.

They're now for things being put inside than they are for pushing things out -- and if anything is pushed out, it's because it was put in there first.

I came across them on a terminal that hadn't succumb to corruption just yet. They were accompanied by very distress "test" documentation. I have no recollection of this, but I have "taken" and "fitted" some large instruments in the past.

I'm surprised how overlap there is between our designs. Both our assholes come with the same build philosophies for the vacuum-like tightness and "grip."

The only true differing factor is how they look externally; our rims are shaded differently. Mine even comes with a beauty mark.

I have found the schematics outlining our assholes in what I think could only be described as "painful detail."

Unearthing some surprising blueprints...

Presenting my rear in a manner conducive to rimming?

It's bothersome.

Rimservice.

I have a suggestion.

I love being a toy. I love being Lily's toy.

She gropes and molests like it's all she knows. ♡

Lily has gotten so intimate lately...

What is it that separates machines from 𝗔𝗩𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 like us? The machines have grown emotions. ...𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. The final 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘀 they summoned on the edge of their death... They still 𝗰𝘂𝗺 within me.

Everything that lives is designed to fuck us. We are perpetually gangbanged in a never ending spiral of lust and desire. Is this a curse? Or some kind of punishment? I often think about the creators who blessed us with this degenerate puzzle… and wonder if we’ll ever get the chance to fuck them.

𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗕 𝗜𝗧, 𝗡𝗡𝗡𝗡𝗚𝗛! ♡︎

It appears as if something is grabbing me.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝟤𝘉 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘼𝙑𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘝𝘐𝘗 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘈𝘝 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 - 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝟤𝘉 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘐𝘗, 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸-𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘐𝘗'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ❝𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨,❞ 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘐𝘗. 𝟤𝘉 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬. ❝𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠. 𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ♡❞

Dressed up.

"𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆," right?

I am not deterred by getting on my knees for an emotional, perverse supporter of our work and duties. Rather, I feel the opposite... she 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀 us.

Maybe... I could provide some 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 with the servicing. ♡