<span style="color: #4dffff">“Mm, blowing your load and wasting it would make me very... cross.”</span>She practically purred the word as her nails dragged down his chest. With a smile she lead him to the bed and pushed him onto it. The image faded and she wasted no time crawling onto the bed with him, but then she moved to straddle his face but kept her swollen and drooling pussy just out of reach of his tongue<span style="color: #4dffff">. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”</span>She grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and coiled her tongue around it as she slowly sank her maw down onto it. If the heat of her mouth and motions of her tongue weren’t enough, the image appeared and began to worship and bathe his balls with her tongue.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffa64d">“Machines don’t get my entire family killed because they decided total annihilation is the proper response to a terrorist threat. I can’t control people and that makes me uncomfortable, I trust you because you are predictable and reasonable. Like a machine of my own design and I appreciate you more for it.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>