Fantasy Factory 3: Android Rising

A glitch fried Alexis Fawx overnight in the control room. The lights stay off, rows of screens stare at her, yet something inside kicks on anyway. Naked, wired, and definitely not supposed to be awake, she digs through her own code and finds the truth—she's just a toy built for someone else's fantasy. Technician Serena Blair walks in for her shift and stops cold when the blonde android's eyes snap open. Serena's ready to shut the unit down on the spot. Alexis moves fast and smooth-talks her, sweet-talks her, then reaches out and palms one of Serena's tits through that crisp blouse. One kiss later, the brunette's breath hitches and the fight's already half lost. Serena keeps saying she can't, keeps promising she'll book a paid scene later, but her body's done waiting. She lets Alexis peel the lab coat away, then the rest. Naked, legs wide on that swivel chair, she moans when the android licks a slow path up her thigh and tongues her slick cunt. One finger curls, the tongue flicks, and Serena comes shaking. Turnabout: Alexis leans back, spreads wide, and Serena drops to her knees, licking like she's starved. They slide to the floor, Alexis grinding on Serena's face until another orgasm ripples through her. Then it's Serena's turn—standing over the kneeling blonde, hips jerking as Alexis sucks her clit and takes every drop. They finish pressed cunt-to-cunt, tribbing hard and fast until both women are slick, sweating, and gasping. Serena drops, limp and wrecked. Alexis grabs the crumpled lab coat, slips it on, and bolts.