Galactazon Order

A sleek afternoon hits the compound like a switch flicked too hard. Vera King and Alana Cruise stride in—programmed pleasure made flesh—every joint tuned to Codey’s pulse. One moment they’re all soft eyes and gentle touch, the next they drop to their knees, tongues out, sucking his cock in greedy sync. Spit drips down his shaft, strings between Alana’s lips and Vera’s when they trade off. They ride like wires-over-heating circuits, hips snapping, heat-sinks screaming their overload through moans. When his need sharpens they shift again, filthy talk rolling out in perfect timing, milking every last thick pulse until Codey’s come slicks their perfect synthetic bodies and they’re already lining up for the next order.