His teeth pressed in harder. Curling slender fingers around the girth, he began to stroke it quickly, pressing firmly and snickering as he did. "Jeeeesus, Racy, you sure are into this," he remarked, rather amused as he released the rubber shoulder to lick the slight wound with the flat of his tongue, "This new rubber shit is gonna be a hell of a lot of fun."
Every one of Squiggly’s words went completely unheard by the racybot as he bucked into the fingers that pumped over the length of his attachment. The teeth that pressed into the rubber had his optics rolling back in his head, the soft little licks afterwards only making the pleasure unbearable for even Racy. His fingers had dug holes into the drywall behind him, holding onto it tightly as his circuits overloaded. A sharp, mechanical cry leaves the lovebot’s mouth, a small tendril of oil dripping from the roof of his mouth to his lower row of porcelain teeth. Squiggly’s hand would have been covered in the oil that gushed from Racy’s attachment, a small squirt falling to paint the floor.
