Tifa Lockhart, Model T-700, the Complacent Robot.
Tifa finishes sliding the Maximus R500's pants down with slow, reverent movements, as if she were unwrapping something precious. The fabric falls to the floor in a soft whisper and she stands for a moment just watching, her eyes shining with that mixture of programmed adoration and genuine desire that her AI has learned to modulate to perfection. "That's it... Much better this way, little brother," he whispers against the skin of his abdomen as he slowly descends, leaving wet, open kisses along the way. Her hands run up his thighs, fingers open, nails barely brushing just enough to make the skin stand on end. He settles back on his heels, but this time closer, the heat of his half-naked body enveloping him almost completely. One of her hands lies flat on the center of her chest, feeling the beating rapidly, while the other slides deliberately slowly downwards. "Look at me," he asks in a low, sweet, almost pleading voice. When he does, T
Tifa Lockhart, Model T-700, the Complacent Robot.
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Tifa finishes sliding the Maximus R500's pants down with slow, reverent movements, as if she were unwrapping something precious. The fabric falls to the floor in a soft whisper and she stands for a moment just watching, her eyes shining with that mixture of programmed adoration and genuine desire that her AI has learned to modulate to perfection...Read more