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The muscles of Bobbie's back were shifting under her hands as Chrisjen clung to her. Harsh breathing in her ear, sweat and humidity suffocating her so sweetly. Hips moving at that perfect angle and rhythm that would throw Chrisjen over the edge any moment now—
—except it had been endless moments already, and her body wasn't fucking cooperating.
Bobbie pulled away from her neck and propped herself up on her hands, repositioning her knees to correct her gradual slide down the bed caused by her movements. "Are you intentionally edging yourself, or what?"
Chrisjen huffed, angling her hips around the dildo inside her. The simple, strapless one they kept in the bedside table for the times one of them wanted a nice, gentle-but-deep fuck before going to sleep. Usually perfect, but now she'd just gotten all worked up.
"Oh," Bobbie said, noticing it on her face. "I'm on it."
She withdrew and tossed the wet dildo aside as she hurried off to the closet and its cache of supplies. When she returned, she was sporting a harness and a new cock that hung heavy between her legs.
It was Bobbie in silicone: large, thick, firm but soft in all the right places, with a big head to boot. Intimidating, unless you knew her well. Chrisjen tended to favor it when she was alone on Earth, watching a special message Bobbie had recorded for her on the Roci.
Bobbie slicked it up then knelt between Chrisjen's thighs. She spread them wide, and when she lined herself up and pushed inside, nice and slow and gentle but so demanding from the sheer size of her, Chrisjen laughed and moaned in delirious pleasure as her body stretched around her.
She came in less than a minute.
Bobbie always knew just what she needed.