Arriving late home from work, the whole house in darkness, Mary my new SexBot calls from the kitchen:
“Fix yourself a drink. I’m just training the temporary replacement.”
All I could see was the glowing reset button behind her left ear – the sign of a genuine Bot.
The email explained that Mary’s model was being recalled for urgent safety checks on her exchangeable vagina.
Mary sat on my face, demonstrating the way I liked my cock stroking.
Swapping places, I saw the bright green eyes of our neighbour’s foolish teenage daughter, filling my mouth with her very human cum.