Wabjer

A gothic tale of sweat, desire, and mechanized passion: an excessive encounter

In the dimly lit interior of a gothic bedroom closet, a nude female stood with her back arched and legs bent, a perfect curveset against the backdrop of black sclera eyes and triangular eyebrows. Her thick thighs, medium ass, and large breasts were a spectacle under the volumetric light, each curve meticulously detailed by the oil that dripped down her skin. The air was heavy with sweat and the scent of black lipstick and eyeliner smeared across her face. Her open toe black high heels clicked against the floor as she moaned, her doe eyes wide with desire. The room echoed with the sound effects of their rough sex, the bounce lines and drooling adding to the erotic scene. A robot, clad in a black shirt, stood behind her, its pupet joints moving in rhythm with her cries, its cold hands gripping her waist and wide hips, penetrating her vagina, the gigantic cock hitting the back of her womb. The tight anus hole spread open as well, a testament to their excesses. Her black choker was the only piece of clothing she wore, apart from the messy bangs that framed her pale, sweating face.