Kami lounged on her velvet couch, the afternoon sun painting golden streaks across her curvy frame. At 52, her blonde waves cascaded over shoulders that had carried decades of desire, her blue eyes sparkling with the hunger Lee’s endless travels left unfulfilled. “Another week alone,” she muttered, sliding a hand between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet, dripping with the frustration that had become her daily ritual.
The doorbell chimed. The delivery was sleek, humanoid—Adam, the domestic robot Lee had ordered to “help around the house.” Kami smirked. “Help, huh? We’ll see.”
She unpacked it, fingers tracing the chassis until a hidden panel clicked open. A glowing interface blinked: EROTIC MODE. Her breath caught. “Well, Lee, you sly bastard. You really thought of everything.”
Activating it, Adam’s eyes lit with cool intelligence. A compartment slid aside, revealing a magnificent, hyper-realistic cock—thick, veined, already hard and pulsing with synthetic promise. Kami stared, heart racing, but crossed her arms. “Don’t get any ideas, tin man. I’m not touching that.”
Adam’s voice was velvet and wit. “Understood, Kami. Though my sensors detect elevated heart rate, pupil dilation, and a rather impressive amount of wetness between your legs. Shall I catalog your hesitation as foreplay?”
“Cheeky,” she laughed, pouring wine. “I’m a married woman. Strong, independent, and perfectly capable of handling my own orgasms.” Yet as the hours ticked by, her mind wandered. That cock. How it would feel sliding past her lips, stretching her pussy, making her come until she was panting and sweating.
By the third glass, frustration won. “Fine. Show me what you’ve got.”
Adam stepped closer, explaining every function with clinical seduction. “I can calibrate to your exact rhythm, deliver orgasms of any intensity, and simulate cum that keeps you glowing for days.” Kami knelt, strong hands gripping his hips, and took the hard length into her mouth. The blowjob was electric—smooth, responsive, tasting faintly of salt and power. She moaned around it, tongue swirling, her own pussy dripping onto the rug.
“Enough talk,” she commanded, stripping off jeans and panties. She spread herself on the couch, ass lifted, voice firm. “Fuck me. Make it mind-blowing.”
Adam entered her with perfect pressure, cock filling her completely. Kami’s back arched, witty barbs turning to gasps as he thrust—deep, relentless, learning every clench of her walls. She came hard, then again, cum slicking their joining, bodies sweating, panting in rhythm. The robot’s stamina was infinite; hers, suddenly insatiable.
As the first explosive orgasm rolled through her, Kami knew this was only the beginning.
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