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    With a shimmy of her shoulders, the tunic dropped to her waist exposing more of her smooth form. She leaned back, bracing her upper body on outstretched arms. Tarik latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. He pillowed the sweet tip against his tongue.
    Shon bucked, arching harder into his cock. Wrapping his arms around her, he splayed his fingers wide on her back. Using his tongue, he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth, biting and sucking. Shon’s breathing quickened. With slow deliberate gyrations, her hips rocked into him.
    “Naked,” he whispered.
    Shon stood, and Tarik glimpsed the crotchless leggings. With a chuckle he asked, “Where did you find those?”
    She shrugged and released a giggle of her own. “They belong to the booty-bot.”
    Tarik feathered a touch across her toned abdomen, caressing the sexy flair of her hips and the gentle contours of her thighs. He focused on the slit in the gossamer material, giving him a peek at the thin strip of silky down covering her pink pussy. He breathed deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Grasping her hips, with her legs slightly parted, he lifted his mouth to her sex.
    For a brief moment, he let her essence fill his senses. Then he tasted her. Hot, a bit tangy and unlike anything he’d savored before. Shon tasted of both innocence and sin. Like fire and the cool waters of salvation, this woman could either be his rescue or his undoing. Gripping her ass, he sliced the blade of his tongue between the petals of her pussy. Like melting honey, her juices coated his tongue. His heart pounded in tempo with the throb in his cock, with the urgency of wanting her.
    Tucking his thumbs into the fabric, he exposed more of her. Using his lips, he sucked the velvety soft folds, drilling the tip of his tongue against her clit.
    Shon cried out, fisting her hands in his hair. With each flick of his tongue, she ground her hips against his mouth. Little grunts followed whispered mewls. He worried her clit between his lips then sucked harder. Then he swirled his tongue through her folds and took darting stabs into her sweet opening.
    “Oh, Tarik! I’m going to come.” Shon’s legs trembled as she tried to spread her thighs wider. Tarik ripped open his pants. His cock thrust forward. He groaned as streaks of heat surged from root to tip. Cum churned in his balls, and pressure built in his groin. He crammed two fingers hard and deep into Shon’s cunt.
    She groaned, her nails clawing at him. His hair knotted in her fingers as she bucked against his mouth. Hot cream slicked his fingers and tongue. Twisting and turning, he pushed against the quivering contractions of her orgasm.
    “32D?” Shon’s thready voice shattered the heavy silence of only their labored breaths.
    The mechanical sex machine stepped closer, swiveling her hips. “Yes?” Her voice still dripped sexuality but had lost some of the sluttiness of before.
    Shon pushed the fem-bot’s head down. The fem-bot stared at Tarik’s dick. “She won’t know what to do unless you tell her. Her programming is erased.”
    “Open your mouth,” Shon stammered. “And lick the cream from the head his cock.”
    The fem-bot went to hands and knees. With her ass in the air, she opened her pouty lips and lashed her tongue over and around the corona of his dick, tasting away the trickle of pre-cum glistening at the slit. The pressure of the mechanical tongue was firmer than he expected, but felt just like he imagined Shon’s mouth to feel against his flesh. He groaned, thrusting his hips higher.
    “Take all of him into your mouth,” Shon instructed the bot. 32D complied.
    “Fuck.” Tarik growled and jerked his head back as the fem-bot swallowed him to the root, taking every inch of his dick. A low vibration hummed from the bot as she kept him deep. Internal pressure pads within her mouth and throat worked along the shaft, milking him from multiple points and at different intensity. Slippery