Jamison barely processes what Zenyatta is saying, and it's entirely deliberate; the machine just keeps mumbling little assurances, sweet compliments, as though Jamison were someone to be wooed, and it's honestly embarrassing for it more than anything.
He focuses, instead, on the feeling of finally being given what he wants-- the penetration isn't quite the same as when he's with a real person, a human being, the machine's cock slightly less warm, slightly more solid within him-- but it's certainly not unpleasant. On the contrary, Jamie's body bucks sharply up in response, begging for more, his pussy twitching, tightening slightly around the intrusion.
"Fuck...!" The curse is winded, almost voiceless; he picks his head up to look down between their bodies, to see the place where they meet, his eyes lidded and face flush. He wants to find it funny, but... secretly, he can't help but find something about the sight of that thing fucking him very, very intriguing.
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Date: 2017-01-04 06:31 pm (UTC)He focuses, instead, on the feeling of finally being given what he wants-- the penetration isn't quite the same as when he's with a real person, a human being, the machine's cock slightly less warm, slightly more solid within him-- but it's certainly not unpleasant. On the contrary, Jamie's body bucks sharply up in response, begging for more, his pussy twitching, tightening slightly around the intrusion.
"Fuck...!" The curse is winded, almost voiceless; he picks his head up to look down between their bodies, to see the place where they meet, his eyes lidded and face flush. He wants to find it funny, but... secretly, he can't help but find something about the sight of that thing fucking him very, very intriguing.
Not that he's gonna say that out loud. Ever.