Sexy peered at his naked form reflected in the mirror, touching his neck. He had been fussing over his inferior spare body, as he declared it, for hours. “No,” Vegas lied, the endless fretting irritating him while he waited naked on the bed for Raylee to return. His thigh no longer pained him, the wound laser-sutured, and she had extracted the arrowhead from his back, sealing that tear in his skin also. He was rested and ready. He flexed his hands, debating how hard to punish her. “And look at this cock.” The android stared down at his erect shaft, his lips twisted with disgust. “It doesn’t even self-lubricate.” Sexy’s long, hard cock was thinner than his previous member, making it perfect for delivering a rigorous and satisfying ass fucking. “The lube is in the top drawer.” Vegas clenched his butt cheeks in anticipation, as the android retrieved it. Sexy squeezed a glistening line of lube onto his cock, slathering the gel over his synthetic skin, making it shine. “You’ll have to stick some of that up my ass,”
