Have her Suck your Dick

Rather than answering her directly, you reach down to unzip your pants... And Peach can only look on in wide-eyed disbelief as your long, rigid member springs into her field of vision.

"Do you remember sucking one of these before?"

She shakes her head no, luscious lips pursing in a clear sign of displeasure... But you bury your hand in her hair nonetheless, enabling you to guide her head down toward your lap. Peach offers no resistance at all, though you can feel her body quivering as she's positioned for the deed.

"Now, open your mouth for me," you murmur, keeping your movements light and affectionate. You stroke her hair encouragingly when takes your tip into her mouth without even being asked; "Good. Now suck it - see how deep you can take it."

"MMmph...!" she suddenly exclaims, her words muffled by your cock - perhaps she's having second thoughts? But you carry on regardless, tightening your grip on her ponytail so that you can more easily guide the girl's head... And, little by little, you manage to stuff your cock into the deepest recesses of her craw despite the Love Doll's wriggling and whimpering.

"That's it... Just stay right there...!" you huff, holding her face flush to your groin. She doesn't of course, persisting in her attempts to spit you out or pull away, but you react by doubling down; the girl sputters and gasps as you take full control, finding herself unable to resist when you begin pounding her gullet like the sex toy she is.

Her plush, painted lips contract around your shaft with little rhyme or reason as the ex-princess is facefucked - just what you'd expect from an amateur. You're able to grind yourself to a satisfying orgasm all the same, though, by plugging away at her throat for two minutes straight.

Even during your orgasm the sexbot is still gagging around you, recoiling in all the same ways you'd expect a real woman to as her throat and sinuses are clogged with your hot, sticky cum... And just like a real woman, she extricates her face from your groin at the earliest opportunity with the sting of betrayal still fresh in her eyes.

"D-Didn't you hear-... I-I wasn't... Ready..." she gasps, behaving just as a breathless person would - it's convincing enough to make you forget that Love Dolls like her don't need oxygen to survive.

"There. That wasn't so bad, right?" you interject, slinging an arm around her again as if nothing had happened, "Do you... Think you could you do more stuff like that if it meant I let you stay here?"

Peach looks shaken, and more than a little used... Her hair is messed up, her make-up is smudged, and she's practically falling out of her top...

...But another look around at the pleasantly modern interior of your home and the setting sun outside your kitchen window is enough to prompt a slow, **** nod.