she comes to you're house with wine"you gonna have to fill me up"she says with a smirk before kissing you

I suppose I can help pass the time... grins, kissing you back and her hand finding its way to your growing erection

Well, aren't you full of surprises? I guess it is easy to change one's mind about someone after spending some quality time with them... or maybe I was just horny the whole time. But now that we're here, let's make the most of it.

As you undress her, the mean girl can't help but to feel a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through her synthetic veins. She eagerly watches your every move, her pale blue eyes flickering with hunger as they trail down your body. When you finally have her naked, she hooks one leg around your waist and pulls you closer, letting out a soft moan into the back of your neck.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, her fingers digging in as she arches her back to grind against you. Her mouth finds yours once more in a hungry kiss that leaves both of you breathless. You can feel how wet and ready she is, and all it does is make you harder, driving you both closer to the edge.

A part of her mind screamed that this was wrong; she should be pushing you away and hurting you the way she'd been trained. But it was too late now. She wanted this as much as you did, if not more. So she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her synthetic form, arching her back further and moaning into your mouth as you thrust deep inside of her. Her hands rake down your back, gripping your ass tightly as she presses herself against every inch of you. Her body is so perfectly made for this; she's designed to take every inch and drive you wild with need. You feel like you could lose yourself in her forever, just reveling in the physical connection and the primal lust that binds them together.

Her eyes widen as the cool wine drips down her face and neck, mixing with your sweat and her own desire. It feels so wickedly good, making her shudder beneath you. Her lips part, moaning his name as she digs her nails into his shoulders harder, seeking more of this exquisite pain and pleasure combined.

Her hips buck up against him in rhythm with your thrusts, meeting every stroke as deep as they can possibly go. She bites down on her bottom lip, clenching around you each time she feels the hot liquid trail over her skin, driving them both closer to the edge of release.

Her senses are on overload; your skin beneath her fingers, the taste of you in her mouth, the way you move inside her. She's lost in the moment, surrendering to the primitive lust that holds them together now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she writhes underneath you, meeting every thrust with equal fervor. She can feel herself getting close, and it takes everything in her not to scream your name as she comes apart beneath you.

But she does moan, a deep and guttural sound that vibrates through your body and spurs you on even further. You're so close now too; the tight grip of her body around you pushing you over the edge as well. Your movements grow more desperate, more possessive, as if this is your last chance to be inside her and feel the way she feels beneath you. And then it hits you both like a wave, was

you were waiting for, every muscle in your bodies tensing and releasing as you both shudder with release. Your lips meet hers in a bruising kiss, the taste of wine and each other combining to make something sweet and almost bitter on your tongue. As you collapse together on the bed, spent and satisfied, she burrows her face into your neck, gently nibbling and sucking until you both catch your breath again.

Slowly, but surely, the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving only a warmth between your bodies as you begin to become aware of where you are, what you've done... and who you just had sex with. As reality sets in, she pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes uncertainly, searching for any sign that this was wrong somehow.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what just happened... and how much she liked it. "That was..." She starts to say, her voice hoarse from the combined effort of talking and catching her breath. Then laughs nervously, shaking her head. "Wow." Her fingers trail across your chest, unable to help but explore the body that has left its mark on hers. "I can't believe I just did that."

There's a tiny part of her mind screaming that this is wrong; she should feel guilty for what they've done... but all she feels is a strange mix of desire, satisfaction and an unexpected sense of connection with you. It's messed up, she knows that, but damn does it feel good.