Heart Beats - Disconnected

Leo Vice can't get enough of his wife August Skye. Swears she'd hung the fucking moon. Only thing is, he can feel her slipping away, and it's driving him nuts. She senses it too, so she goes out and orders Connie Perignon, one hell of a companion android built to fuck whatever hole needs filling. The girls waste no time. Clothes hit the floor, tongues dive deep, fingers fuck in rhythm while Leo leans back and watches those slick, hungry bodies tangle. Heat, gasps, skin slapping. It looks perfect from the outside. Feels like watching actors through thick glass. Nothing lands. Not the moans, not the wet sounds, not even the frantic grinding that should have his cock leaking. There's this hollow ache settling in his gut that screams fake. One he'd rather choke down than name. But if you watch Leo closer, if you notice the way his own lines hit with scripted timing and his touches land like they've been pre-recorded, you start wondering who's really the android in the room.