She was rocking like a goddess riding a wild horse, and most alluring of all….she was completely naked. His heart stopped, his breath stopped. It w...s the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The tight pull in his wet pants told him that it was decidedly so. She was singing. A low soulful sound coming from her full lips. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tossed back, her long hair swishing down her back hiding the small tattoo of a clover he knew was on her right shoulder. Suddenly she. "Both femborgs?" asked Jeff.Ken laughed. "No. Yuffie, getting our coffee, is a fembot." Ken pointed to the girl sitting on the sofa. "Karen here is the femborg."Jeff looked down. "Hi Karen,"Remaining utterly still, Karen glanced up at Jeff without moving her head. Her face remained completely expressionless."Karen can't speak," said Ken."Why not?" asked Jeff. "What's wrong with her?"Ken chuckled. "Nothing at all. Don't know much about femborgs, huh?" Not really," said Jeff. "Everyone knows. The damsel spent half a fortnight in his company and fell victim to his charms. His kisses were like the sweetest of honey wines, the damsel, without realising it, had fallen in love a second time. When she parted ways with the handsome man, it was to make her way west and see the woman who she loved so dearly. She was confused to find herself both excited and morose, how could that be? She was to see her love! And then she realised that she had fallen for the man, as well – she was crying over. Finally, her orgasm subsides, leaving her gasping for air.“Well, good morning, Master!” Missy purrs happily, smiling.Brock crawls up the bed toward her, returning the smile. Her eyes leave his briefly to view his very erect member waving back and forth while he maneuvers into position. She licks her lips, reaching down eagerly to grip the pleasure giver. The catgirl runs the thick head down her slick entrance. The boy looks at her, but her eyes are were between her legs where his meat stick is.