Chapter 1: The Workshop Ignition
In the shadowed corners of Robot City's underbelly, post-Bigweld victory, married bots Diesel and Bufferbot stole a moment alone. The little blue bot, Bufferbot, flexed her strong hydraulic arms, her Greek accent thick as she pinned her husband with a glare. "Diesel, you big lug with that Tom Hanks charm, zis movie background has me horny as hell. Stop yapping and rev my engines."
Diesel chuckled in his warm, everyman voice. "Well, I'll be, Buffer. That accent could short-circuit a whole factory. You're dripping already, ain't ya? Married life sure keeps things... wired."
"Witty as ever, but talk is cheap, my love. I want your cock hard and ready. No submission from me—I'm taking what I want." She shoved him against the workbench, her hands exploring. "Feel zis pussy, wet and waiting."
Diesel groaned, sweating from his joints. "Damn, you're strong. That ass of yours is a masterpiece. But two can play—how about a blowjob to start?"
Bufferbot smirked, dropping to her knees. "Suggestive enough? Suck on zis, big boy." She took his cock deep, tongue working as he panted. "Fuck, your mouth's like Greek fire—hot and unrelenting."
"Mmm, and you're dripping for me," she teased, rising to straddle him. "Now fuck my pussy, husband. Make me cum hard."
He thrust up, gripping her ass. "You got it—swearing and all. This cock's all yours, pounding that wet heat."
Panting and sweating, they built to climax, her strong frame dominating as he came inside, cum dripping. "Explosive enough for ya?" she quipped. "Round two, or you tapping out?"
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