<div class="floatleft">(https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4645/25270097928_f0cb237019_o.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Faraday #27825<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pleasure Heights; Money Shots Bar; Immobile-holes<br/><strong>Status:</strong>LookingFor/AskFirst<br/><strong>Looking for:</strong>Customers (reserved)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Archer | The Shieldbearers (mentioned) | Open<br/><hr/>Faraday was feeling good. Was it the cum being absorbed by her cyborg pussy or was it the overall experience? Whatever it was, she was content to just resting there with only her ass looking dishevel, her pussy leaking a good deal of leftover cum from Archer. When he left for a moment, the warm breeze of the bar ran against the liquid still on her exposed crotch, tickling her with coolness. She found a sponge button and that activated a robotic arm with a sponge that wiped away the mess from her encounter with Archer, so that any exposed skin was free of any leftover residue. Anything that was absorbed by her town yoga pants, well, was a different matter, but her ass as it sat there, in full view of the bar's many patrons, was clean and inviting. Except for the still vibrating dildo lodged in her ass. It didn't bother the cyborg too much as it was a pleasant constant.<br/><br/>Faraday's internals would revert back to before Archer rammed his cock inside her. Whatever cavity or gaping was made would cinched back to a tight orifice, ready for anything to spread it wide. The servos that acted as her muscles in her ass, would simply grip the dildo in her ass, but wouldn't clamp down as much as her sensors still detected an object inside.<br/><br/>Archer came back and Faraday activated the external microphone to hear what he was telling her. "Okay, I'll do that when I get the chance," she said and yelped like a puppy when getting a playful slap delivered to her ass. Now she simply waited, glad that the dildo was still occupying her nether senses.