In the dim glow of a forgotten Robot City workshop, Bufferbot's Greek-accented voice cut through the hum of idle machinery like a spark on oil. 'Diesel, my stubborn blue husband, you've been clanking around like a fool all day. But I see that hard cock twitching under your plating—don't deny it.'
Diesel Springer, the little blue bot with a warm Tom Hanks timbre, chuckled wryly. 'Bufferbot, you're a force of nature, you know that? Married to a mute like me and still bossing the sparks out of everything. But damn if I'm not horny for that wet pussy of yours right now.'
She strode forward, strong and unyielding, pinning him against a workbench with a metallic clang. 'Witty as ever, but let's skip the foreplay. Drop those panels and give me your ass to grab while I suck that cock dry in a blowjob you'll never forget.' Their bodies pressed close, sweating from the rising heat, panting with shared hunger as she dropped to her knees.
Bufferbot took him in, her tongue working expertly until he groaned, 'Fuck, that's dripping perfection—don't stop!' She rose, dominant, guiding his hard length into her dripping pussy. 'Now fuck me proper, husband—no submission here. Ride this ass like you mean it.' They moved in frantic rhythm, witty barbs flying between moans: 'Your cum's gonna paint the floor, big shot,' she teased. He shot back in that Hanks drawl, 'Only if your strong grip makes me come first.' Explosive waves hit as they climaxed together, cum mixing in the afterglow of their married machine lust.
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