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Yet, the black-hat hacker couldn't help but love the feeling of the other's fingernails digging into her scalp as her own hitched breath fogged up between Barbara's thighs. Her knees hoisted up over Binary's shoulders as her tongue was flickering upon the other hacker's clit feverishly.

" --- Should know better--- h a h -- than to argue with me, Oracle..."

Binary wasn't even sure why she was secretly looking for her approval. They were rivals, competitors -- with morals on different ends of the compass. Yet, as they had once more ended up in one of their signature arguments, tension had reached its peak.

This time, however, it ended with Binary on her knees, firmly holding the wheelchair that Oracle sat upon in place -- eating her out like her life depended on it. The green light coming in from the monitors above cascading their combined erotic silhouettes upon the floor.

"Y-You don't have somewhere to be, do you...?"

Good. Because Binary wanted to take her time with anything she was willing to give. That included her tongue working at the sensitive bundle of nerves in an endless motion, her other free hand traveling up Barbara's heaving chest -- pressing her fingernails against her breasts found underneath her shirt.

"---- Mm-mhm."

Emphasizing her words and presence by pinching the nipples over the fabric of Barbara's bra, Binary relished in the other's scent and taste. Hoping Barbara was enjoying this as much as she was -- although they were anything but on friendly terms.