Titjob

"Kneel in front of me and use those big tits of yours" You order her.

Dina lowered in front of you as you unbuckled your belt. You could see it in her eyes, she was as filled with lust as you are. Even if it was artificially induced, it was real for her. She needed this as much as you wanted it.

She placed each of her mounds around your member, then a hand on each of those. Slowly, she pushed them up, and then down again. Breathing heavily, she did it again. And again. And once more. She was clearly enjoying it, bumping her tits up and down, and you felt it in your member, which was growing more stiff at each passing second.

"You like it, Handler McLane ?" She asked you, her voice deep, breathy, sensual. Excited.

"Yes... yes, I do" You grunted. You were unsure if she was naturally skilled at this or if her modifications made her feel like that, but, god she was making you feel things.

As you two were in the act, you couldn't help but notice a few red lights lighting up in her suit. Oh, it was going to be so good... you got a good time and she gets power to fight. A win-win situation. That power made you feel even more stiff...

She increased the rythm, going faster and faster. A few times, she lowered her head and gave a lick to the tip of your dick when it was showing up from between her mounds. Oh, she felt so nice as well. Her lustful gaze was practically asking for it.

"Ooooh, I'm gonna come..." You warned her.

And then you released your load.

Dina seemed so happy when your cum landed on her breasts, licking it from both your dick and herself.

"Thank you, handler." She murmured as she did that. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

It was then that a red light appeared, this time from the ceiling. Emergency.

Her glazed eyes looked up, trying to figure out where she was for a few moments.

"Dress up" you informed her. "We're being called."

"Yes, handler."