With each thrust that oil was spread, up her back... or is it down her back? Did one go by gravity's direction or normal posture? This thought momentarily distracted Lapine from the ass-pounding that continued to make her squirt ropes of seed with every thrust, at least until she was graced with a reach-around that caught her attention. THEN the feeling of... was... was she leaking lubricating oil from every pore? Because Lapine could... 'feel'... them coating her cyberlegs, rolling down her back, and naturally on her now hard-as-steel cock that she was stroking.<br/><br/>Lapine was gasping with the thrusts, unable to keep her powerful cyberlegs from digging in and lifting them both up, really putting a arch in her back. The puddle of her seed continued to slowly grow, but the pleasure was beginning to become painful...<br/><br/><It hurts~<3> Lapine informed her partner, the ache in her loins from the abuse of her prostate and balls begging to grow... she was going to be walking funny tomorrow at this rate.<br/><br/>Buuut Lapine figured this was leading up to a crescendo soon enough... which might be for the best...