Romantic Scene

"...I want a boyfriend," their voice suddenly dropped to a less predatory tone and into a more yearning one. Of course, who wouldn't get a sex toy unless they're incredibly sad and alone, right? "I want to make love," they admitted, seeming rather shy about this fact despite how you weren't made to react to it in any way other than positive.

"I'd love to help out my datemate," you said in a sweet voice, switching to your 'romantic_vanilla_scene' mode. "You've done so much for me already, it'd be a shame to not show it back. Especially not to someone as drop-dead gorgeous as you are."

They smiled, a blush trickling up their cheeks as they glanced you up and down. You were wearing simple clothing that was cheap; blue jeans, sneakers, and a white T-shirt, with absolutely nothing underneath. Despite that, they looked at you like you were worth millions (which you probably were).

"I want you to take me to bed," they whispered as you gave them a vaguely wolfish grin.

"You want me to fuck you into it while telling you how beautiful you are?" you asked teasingly, backing them up towards said bed due to how you were powered up in the bedroom. "You want me to make you cry out into the pillow as I trace every little curve and tell you that you're the best datemate a guy like me could ask for?"

They exhaled softly, bringing a hand up and biting their knuckle. "Uh-huh." They nodded along the sound they made, sitting down once the backs of their knees bumped against mattress. You had already approached rather closely by now, pushing them back and making them fall backwards onto the messy comforter.

You placed your knees on either side of their narrow hips, straddling the taller and biting your lip. You purposefully made it appear as though you were fighting cumming then and there at the high of locking eyes with them, under the guise of being so in love that just their smile made you hard.

"Come on, babe, show me your mouth so I can ride it," you mumbled, already taking the dominant role and shucking off your pants to reveal your tight and soft pussy. You now realized that your clit had a bit of extra length to it, probably eluding to the illusion of having been on HRT.

They whimpered, dropping their hand and grabbing onto your hips after you kicked away your jeans, eagerly hefting you up to their mouth. They didn't waste a second in sucking on your clit, giving you the gaze of someone who was far too much of a hopeless romantic than they should be. You faked a sudden gasp and shudder, closing your eyes tightly as they tasted your artificial lube.

"F-fuck, Tor, baby..." you whispered as they continued to lick at your entrance. You couldn't exactly feel it, but you could tell what they were doing. You weren't programmed to feel any real pleasure.

Your mind wandered slightly as you ground down on their face, letting them jam their tongue into your tongue while your clit bumped against their nose. You began to think about things other than faking your enjoyment towards sex.

You thought of trying to take a break, to mentally map out your inner workings, or to say something that isn't coded in. A part of you began to call things out, stating this to be wrong, but you still felt as though you...

...had control.