Mona holds her ground

Mona resumes bouncing on your pole, taking the opportunity to tweak her nipples on her modest sized breasts as she shakes her head in disagreement.

"Sorry, Lisa. Give, uh, us just another, uh, round."

Lisa folds her arms and pouts, "You can't just hype me up like that and then not deliver."

Tension is forming in the air, you don't need organic senses to know this, and so you do the only reasonable thing. You stand up with Mona's vaginal walls firmly gripping to your penis, and then you reposition yourself with her on her back on the ground.

"Hostilities are forming. I must act swiftly to deescalate," you state aloud.

You then begin pitoning your metallic hips back and forth at ludicrous speeds.

The Assari cries out, wrapping her arms and legs around you as you drill her.

Mona barely manages to speak in between groans, "This dick is, uh, just, ah, too good. I've got an, ah, idea to make it, uh, up to you."

"And how do you intend to do that?"

Mona brings her lips to yours and thrusts her tongue down your throat. Unable to speak, she holds up a finger, signaling for more time before re-clinging to you and climaxing. You opt to engage ejaculation protocols and flood her hot box with synthetic spunk.

"Aaaaah, by the Celestial Goddess," she exclaims as you withdraw from her vagina. Your faux baby gravy trails out of her onto the ground below, soiling it, but in a different way to which it is accustomed.

After a minute of regaining her wits, Mona declares, "Let's get on all fours beside each other and have him fuck us both. I'll even give you an oral apology!"

"Well, you do have a way with words. Okay, I'm convinced!" Lisa immediately gets on her hands and knees next to the still prone Mona. "Come on, get into position, Mona! I need this!"

"Okay, okay! I'm on it."

"No, you were just on it. Now it's going to be in us," she replies with a giggle, looking over her shoulder and glancing back at you as you approach.