One that she fulfills.

Brad stepped forward and trained the camera on Monica. "Ok, you guys can acknowledge me again. Monica, lie back and take off your pants. Daphne, go down on her and don't stop till I tell you to."

"Welcome back," Monica said as she followed his instructions. "Glad to- oh, shit! Oh my God!"

Daphne had buried her face between the other golem's legs and begun performing her task with gusto. Monica's eyes widened and her hands instinctively went to the back of Daphne's head, gripping it tightly and pushing it further against herself.

"Oh my God!" she repeated, and began to laugh. "Oh fuck me, that's the best feeling I've ever-"

"I wanna ask you some questions," Brad interrupted.

"Go ahead!" Monica laughed. "I'll tell you fucking anything you want, bro. Whoa, Daph! That was fucking crazy, do that again!"

Daphne apparently obliged and Monica let out a deep, throaty moan before closing her eyes. Brad sat down next to her, his eyes trained on her bouncing tits, and cleared his throat.

"You're acting really differently from D," he began. "It's the same script, though, so why is she so much more confident than you?"

"Maybe it's because- ahhhhh shit, Daphne! That's- that's..."

She arched her back and groaned loudly. Her skin was shiny with sweat and her tits jiggled wildly as Daphne's head bobbed up and down against her cleft.

"Just talk to me," Brad said after a moment. "No more interruptions. You can enjoy yourself and hold a conversation at the same time."

"Ok," she said breathlessly. Her eyes opened and Brad saw an exquisite sexual ecstasy in them. "Her tits are bigger, she's taller, and she's hotter than me. Of course this script is gonna be more confident. But the real difference is you, dude."

"Me?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

Monica laughed again, her voice dripping with lust. "You fuckin' peaced out on me to take a video!" she said. "I'm not hers, dude. I'm yours! I know how to hang out and drink and scratch my ass, but I don't know the first thing about lesbian sex!"

"Well, you do now," Brad smirked. She nodded and grinned.

"I know it feels fuckin' incredible," she panted. "Who knew getting your pipes cleaned was this much fun? If I was a girl I'd never stop telling people to go down on me!"

"You are a girl," Brad pointed out. To emphasize his point he reached out and tweaked her nipple. She giggled and blushed.

"You know what I mean, asshole. Fuck, I think I'm about to come! Daphne-"

Her words were cut short as her features twisted into an almost pained expression and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Daphne was rewarded for her efforts with a sudden explosion of juices in her face, which she lapped up as she continued her work. Monica's body tensed, shuddered, and relaxed. She melted back onto the sheets with a long sigh, releasing Daphne's head in the process. Daphne didn't stop or slow down, though, and after a minute Monica addressed her.

"Hey, Daph, you can stop," she said softly. Daphne spoke a muffled no into her pussy and she looked to Brad expectantly.

"Oh, right. Daphne, please stop."

Daphne immediately pulled away and sat back on her knees. Her face was a mask of contentment glazed with a coating of Monica's juices. She giggled a little and Brad patted her head.

"Alright," he said to the pair. "I'm almost done with you two. Before I unbind you, though, I've got one more request..."