روايات وقصص ضمن Robot Sex Book

Neither body moved, still asleep. Watching the human body, a small shaky sigh escaped him. He caressed her pale face. He had failed. Again. "Soon, my dear. Soon." As he walked out of the quiet room, the pinky finger on the left hand of the robotic body twitched.

The rose toy is sealed tight against my clit when the bedroom door opens without a knock. I don’t hear it at first. I’m too far gone, back arched off the mattress, tank top shoved above my tits, panties twisted around one ankle, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles against the buzzing suction that’s the only thing in this house that makes me feel alive. The book is open on the pillow beside me, the one I keep hidden under the mattress like a teenager, the one where the man ties the woman down and uses her until she’s sobbing and grateful. My left hand is pinching my nipple the way the book describes, rolling and tugging until sharp little sparks shoot straight to my pussy.