Brad takes control.

"Fuck that," Brad said suddenly. He put his arm around D's waist and pulled her to himself. "Take off my pants," he instructed Monica.

"Look who's finally getting into it!" D said with excitement. "I thought we'd never fuck."

Brad's erect shaft sprang free as Monica pulled down his jeans and boxers. D looked at it with a bemused smile. "Never thought I'd be so glad to see- whoa!"

Brad grabbed the golem and lifted her above his lap, then, with one solid motion, drove her down onto his cock. Her surprised squeak turned into a moan and she chuckled throatily. Monica stood dancing in front of her, ignoring the proceedings to focus on her instructions.

"Guess I better ditch this dress, huh?" D asked. She laboriously pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, then started to writhe against Brad.

"Oh, fuck, that feels incredible," she said. A giggle erupted spontaneously, interrupted by a gasp as Brad lifted her and slammed into her again. "It kinda tickles! When you pull out it-"

"Lap dance," Brad interrupted. Monica nodded and turned around. She swayed her hips back and forth, undulating gracefully onto D's lap as Brad plowed her from behind.

"Jesus," D panted. "Is it my birthday?"

In response Brad reached around her to grab her tits, squeezing them tight against her chest as Monica rubbed her bare ass across D's midsection. D finally gave up talking and just enjoyed it, moaning with incoherent pleasure as she was plowed from behind and frottaged from the front.

Brad panted with exertion as he continued to bounce his new toy onto his member. D's grunts and moans were speeding up and he suddenly felt lightheaded. In the floating, spinning moment before he climaxed, he had an epiphany.

"Come!" he shouted as he did just that. D's pussy clamped onto his member and it felt like he wasn't just pumping his seed but she was actively sucking it into herself. He couldn't see her face, but just in front of hers Monica's was contorted with passion as the dancing automaton experienced a simulation of orgasmic bliss.

Then D let out a long groan and pitched forward, her sweaty hair plastering across Monica's back. Monica fell onto her hands and knees and gasped for air as the three entered their recovery period. After a moment, D gingerly climbed up onto the couch to sit next to Brad again.

"Bro," she panted. Her face was red and shiny but she wore a shiteating grin. "That was fucking incredible. We gotta do that again soon."

Brad nodded, totally spent. He sighed and leaned his head back, luxuriating in the cool air of his living room as his cock slowly receded to a neutral state.

"You know the only thing that would make it better?" D asked. He opened his eyes and looked at her inquisitively.

"Monica, get us a couple of beers," D said with a soft kick to the golem's bare ass. "And lose the top."