Yes

Stiletto bucked her hips, trying to get the tube as deep as she could while feverishly fucking herself with it. Her moans echoed along the curved metal walls of the sewers, filling the cities underbelly with her cries. Whatever that droid had injected her with was amplifying her sensations ten-fold, and half a dozen times she had to stop because her body was so strongly racked with pleasure she couldn't focus on something so simple as pumping herself with a rubber tube. With her other hand, she reached down and went at her clit, almost giving herself a concussion as the sensations threw head back in ecstasy.

She screamed as her orgasm grew closer. She imagined a real droid doing this to her, its pneumatic limbs pumping her with a strength and ferocity she could never hope to match on her own. In reality those droids weren't designed for female pleasure, just making a nice show for their owners to masturbate to, but in her lust-filled mind Stiletto dreamed of so much more. She imagined one pinning her to the ground, its body slowly running down her chest until it was hovering over her vulva. Little pincers pulled open the lips, and its tube traced along her slit, brushing against her clit until it hovered just above her vagina. The body would press down and somehow, in some way she was too fucking horny to think through, it would suck on her clit while soft rubbery fingers danced along side it, giving her the best cunnilingus of her life as it began fucking her with the tube at the same time, first slow, then faster, then harder, then longer, then--

"Fuck," she screamed, her back arching like lightning for five seconds of consistent wailing until she collapsed, shuddering, onto the ground as her pussy gushed with fluid.