Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
Big Daddy’s voice glitched: “Harder… make me cum… blue balls… need release…”
Jake’s hand moved faster inside his pants, eyes wide, lips parted.
Layla fucked like she was possessed—wet, loud, desperate. Her pussy clenched around the robot’s cock, slick and hot, chasing the charge.
“Cum for me, baby,” she gasped. “Fill me up. Wake up.”
Big Daddy’s hips jerked once—twice—
He came with a deep, mechanical groan. Thick ropes of synthetic cum flooded her, warm and endless.