The climax had shattered her, her forehead resting against A-01's chest. His uniform was cool and smooth against her flushed skin.
That was what you call a good fingering session.
She had never felt so satisfied and also so full at the same time, it felt like all of her nerve endings were being tickled.
She wanted more and yet she was so tired.
"Heart rate decelerating," A-01 noted, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Dopamine saturation achieved."
He withdrew his hand, the one that had just unmade her.
Nikki let out a shaky breath, thinking it was over. Thinking he would pull up her suit, zip her into the silver casing, and march her back to the gala.
But A-01 stepped in.
Nikki's eyes snapped open as she felt something thick, hot, and impossibly hard press against her wet entrance.
"A-01..." she gasped, her hands instinctively clutching his biceps to steady herself.
A/N: you can moan it out like A1~ Ah~
