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Chapter 7 by Sex-Shooter Sex-Shooter

What's next?

Give the good doctor what she wants.

Knowing her particular craving, you suddenly cease the forepaly and clamp a hand on her mouth. Using your free hand, you tear her pants right off then proceed to ram your throbbing artificial dick up her ass with a resounding clamp that could only be heard in the room. She moans in agony and bliss as she's impaled from behind.

With a twirl, you slam her into wall with enough **** to hurt but not damage her too much. You hump her with enough strength where she'll be sore, still keeping your hand clamped over her moaning mouth to keep up the feeling of danger, while your other hand roughly fondles her breasts under her shirt, roughly tugging and groping them.

"You're a real whore," You whisper in her ear. She frantically whimpers as her precum starts sticking to the wall she's fucked on. Her ass is getting red from all of the hip slamming, cheeks jiggling with every thrust into gaping anus. "Not a scientist, a dirty whore, making sex dolls for your fantasies."

Once your hand moves to start roughly manhandling her cock she's almost yelling into your hand. She isn't even pretending to beg you to stop anymore, she begs you to go deeper and pummel her insides. You hips clap against her ass fiercely, pulling out to the tip to being **** to the hilt.

Ah, she's just released a hot jet that manages to hit her own face. With that, you turn her around and let her slump against the wall as beat yourself off. Luckily, droids have artificial cum reserves and so do you. With a grunt, you blast cum all over her red face. She's left panting and nearly out cold from the fuckery you commenced in. She's no doubt satisfied with the results.

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