Make love to the lifeless fembot

You push the fembot's legs apart, checking to see if it is anatomically correct.

It is.

It has a rigid, rubber codpiece kind of plate between her legs, with a snatch in the centre of that; stiff but flexible, ridged and with folds as if cast from a mould. Sticking your finger inside you find that it is lightly lubricated with a very thin oil of some kind. It smells funny but pleasant. The fembot certainly seems good enough to fuck. You unzip your pants and stick your semi-hard dick inside it's synthetic cunny. It feels... better than expected, which is to say, fantastic. It's as if this pussy was made to be as pleasurable as possible, with polyps and ridges inside that provide stimulation. You hump away at the fembot's pussy for a minute or two, jostling it's body up and down the table, but soon you can't hold back (although you weren't especially trying to go for a marathon), and cum inside, squirting a couple quick spurts before popping your cock out. The fembot remains as emotionless and motionless as you first found it. Beads of ivory dribble and roll down her crotch to pool on the table.

For some reason this quick workout feels... strange.