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pussy?"
Denise felt Reon's own pussy contract, hearing Reon's fantasy said out loud in
the presense of the other girls. No, Reon Kosaka was working hard to remind herself
that these were all androids. Manufactured people who were programmed to be
her fantasy students. Reon Kosaka tried to believe that, but this was all so real.
"Well?" Terri's android asked. "Do you want to see?"
The gag was still in place and Denise nodded, moving Reon's head just a
fraction.
Terri leaned back, showing Reon's golden bush to Denise, and Reon Kosaka reached in
between Reon's legs, pulling out a small rubber device like that looked like a
short fat dildo. Denise almost fell from Reon's chair as Reon Kosaka watched streams
of liquid flow from android-Terri's pussy. It dripped from her, onto the
desk, soaking the blotter below. It ran down Reon's lean white thighs, coursing
over the curves and forming puddles at the android-girl's knees. And still
it kept flowing! Denise felt Reon's heart pounding in Reon's chest, Reon's breasts
rising and falling faster with each breath. Reon's pussy was wet enough she
could feel the chair becoming slick. Reon's nipples stood at rigid attention,
crinkling up tight despite the warmth of the room.
The android-girls made c
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