ｓｔａｔｉｃ ． ．

Warnings flashing by her eyes already — and not to mention how his custom piece seemed to be bypassing her ‘womb’ restraints too . . “Fuck — . . Yer’ about to break me . . (💧).”

Rebecca immediately holds up her hand playfully upon seeing the revolver over his pants — shaking her head with a small chuckle. “Seems I was moments away from getting my head blown,” the cyber entered his home, closing the door behind her. “No offered drink this time?”

“Hey , anyone hime? Got a search warrant here,” she hummed jokingly, already banging at his door like some man in uniform.

Might have to clean his place up for a nice visitor.

She’s feeling extra generous recently. And to make up with some lost time with him, of course. After all, their suppose little vacation was interrupted sadly.

Might as well pay for her whole day too and she’ll give him a nice show . .

Yawns. Hangover from yesterday.

Doesn’t care too much on consequences.

bohooo — .

“Apparently I pose as a costume already. People have been trying on the robot suit these days. Makes them slutty and all. Tch.”

Rebecca almost snickered — like her ego swelling ten-fold already . “Always nice to see a good friend . Busy nights, hm?

“And what’s yer’ costume supposed to be?”

“Hm — did ya’ missed me?”

“It says so on my watch. Get spooked!”

No way she’s making up for his mistake ?! Not happening !