The sound that Lapine provided via AR was an ancient one, back before the days of the Matrix when apparently there existed things called 'landlines' and 'telephones'. It was very likely an ancient artifact called a 'dialtone' or something, but to the average individual of the day it was little more than a grating screeching sound as if to say SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FINISH FUCKING ME!<br/><br/>And indeed she was sprinting there too; Lapine's asshole clamped down once more, and so did her legs, temporarily locking that cockhead as deep in as she could make it, her ass like a suction as the second inevitability of the fucking happened. Her throbbing cock didn't release nearly as much as the first time - mainly because she'd been leaking like a sieve for a while now - but her overstressed muscles and prostate made it ache in a way that had her shaking. If not for her very adept physique, Lapine's back might have been done for! Still, the stroking of her heating cock was sure to result in some cum on a certain-someone's cyberhand...<br/><br/><Oh gods please finish!> Lapine REALLY wasn't equipped to take much more of this; what the fuck was her legs doing to her?!