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But synthetic or not, the cock in my mouth felt like a real cock, hot and urgent, long and thick, and it reignited the cooling fire of my lust. The familiar salty taste of precum filled my mouth, and as my fingers returned to explore her pussy, they found her labia soaked with warm, smooth lubricant that I swirled about a thick, prominent clit that had not been there before.
The futabot was most definitely aroused, her nipples hard and swollen and jutting out magnificently. Even with the head nudging against my throat, most of the shaft was exposed.
I worked it with my spare hand, the other continuing its exploration of the futabot's very realistic pussy.
And although it was a cool Saturday morning, the temperature dropped as I threaded my way through the revolving doors and made my way tentatively to the reception. Laughing nervously, he said, "Yes." Suddenly aware that the receptionist was watching us closely, and quite overtly too, his voice dropped to a whisper.
"Hi," I said to the receptionist, a cute, blonde lassie with perfect skin and a dark suit that accentuated her slender frame. "Perhaps I should just show you." "Mmm..." I said, as if he had just said something deeply erotic. She flinched away, pretending to be busy with something but blushing furiously.
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