 She was perfect gang. Perfect in gang bed gang. Perfect gang in gangbangsquad obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything or any skill or any kink or quirk I gang could add it gang. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them gangbangsquad into the program), made the perfect gestures, and even gang simulated cumming at the precise moment I did. The fantasy gang that we always satisfied each other perfectly bang was absolutely perfect. She bang didn't have bang a favorite hole or position. She gave perfect gang head. She gave a cold metal tit fuck gang that made gang me gang thank god for titanium gang. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in clay. When she bang was done I was gang always a marble enter masterpiece. A spire gang, honoring the gods of sex gang. And thereby an alter gangbangsquad at which she could robotically worship. She was perfect with every food and its uses gangbangsquad in bed . She was dom, she gangbangsquad was gang slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was painted gang canvas, she enter was gang a leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was a gang conquered or conquering warrior princess, she was a goddess, she was in suspended animation, she was enter some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber and latex slave, she was a brainless beach bunny, she was a rape victim, she was a slut, she was a little school gangbangsquad girl licking a lolly enter, she was a wind-up toy, she was kinky, she gang was straight, she liked it when I brought playmates home for her and me, she liked things in her ass, she drank me like I was fine gang wine, she sold herself gang on street gangbangsquad corners and gave me the money, she masturbated enter herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She was what she gang wanted to be gang. We gang were living the gangbangsquad fantasy. And gang it was pure hell.... We were damned.
 But I have enter not seen the slightest hint that the spark of life remains. In all the years since, she is the sum of her program and nothing gang more. I have watched for the slightest spontaneity gang. It gang is absent. She remains perfect. And gangbangsquad I gang remain a helpless master. A slave gang that maintains her slavery. I can do nothing else. I am a monster enter. The monster she begged me to be. The lonely monster gang outside of society. The creature that loathes gangbangsquad itself. The thing that must forever destroy gangbangsquad what it loves. Because it loves it and can do nothing else. Because it is... asked.
 I couldn't decide which idea was worse. That she was completely gone or that some small bang part of her was gang still trapped in there experiencing the same things I was. If she was in there looking out it was worse than any prolonged death. I knew, I was looking in. In my shame. In my gangbangsquad pain, in my loneliness. Into her gang robot corpse.
 I pumped my hard cock into her perfect pussy. She lubricated perfectly. The gang muscles between her legs gang applied the perfect pressure to me so we fitted and felt...perfect together. She kissed me long and deep. Mostly gang tongue, the way i liked gang it. We swapped spit. She caressed all the right places perfectly gangbangsquad. Her arousal was gang like that of an gang animal gang. Every little motion gangbangsquad was perfect. She gang loved using her gang tongue. She licked my lips and plunged inside my mouth again. We swapped more sweet spit. Her artificial salivation gangbangsquad held step one of my plan. I felt the chemicals gang begin to affect my thought processes . I felt gang her warmly release an endorphin laden chemical into her pussy. Step two gang. She pulled me closer, wrapped gang her arms and legs around gang me so I gang could barely continue making a motion. The sensuousness of her desperate grasp was intense gang. The helplessness had been exciting (once). We swapped more spit. I tickled her gangbangsquad tonsils. Step three, too late to turn back. I knew I gang couldn't break her grip now. Not that I cared to gangbangsquad. I came to the moment of climax gangbangsquad, more an automatic response than sexual gang one. She came too, but that was hardly a surprise, her timing was always perfect. We climaxed, seizured, thrashed in an choreographed erotic explosion, finally knocking the gang bed right off its frame. It gang was sterile, Mechanical, and biological like a chemical reaction more gang than anything. But still she held me gang. Close, lovingly, like she would never let go , passionately. A tiny gang part of me gangbangsquad still gang clung to the delusion.
|
