Hard to say.

Mark had never felt the odd blend of angry and aroused. He glared at the thing under him that was panting through his girlfriend's mouth. "You want me to fuck you." He punctuated the fuck with a sharp thrust.

"I- Ohh my God! Oh, I do. I want it so fucking bad, Mark, you have no id-"

"Not you, you pretentious nerd," her interrupted with a thrust on you. "The fucking remote."

"The remote?" she asked as her abs tensed in anticipation of another deep plunge. "I'm Jane. We don't even know if the remoohhhhHHH fuck! Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

She was bouncing madly on his dick now, her legs tensed and her breasts jiggling chaotically. Suddenly he stopped and she stared at him with disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He smirked. "I want to talk to the remote."

"The remote?" she screamed. "Get over here and-"

"No." he replied firmly. "The remote."

She stared at him and long moment passed between them. Finally she slumped back. "You can't talk to it. It's not really something you can talk to, like an entity or whatever." She started to massage her glistening mound, trying to retain her arousal. "It's, um. It's more like an idea. Or a set of rules. I don't know, I just get these sudden ideas. Like to fuck you or to-"

Mark leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "I want to talk to Connie. Make that your fucking rule."

She was focused fully on her slit, only peripherally aware of him. "Fuck! Fuck, I don't think I can get myself off! Can you please- oh, sorry, the Connie thing? I just think if we have a little more time-"

She stiffened in his arms and her eyes became unfocused. "Ask for someone who knows about the remote."

She relaxed back into him, her horniness forgotten. She looked at him with regret.

"I'm not gonna get to play with that little computer, am I?"