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"Elizabeth," he says, gently, "Let me thank you," and he leans in and presses his lips to her mouth.
She expects man, real man and that is what she gets. His lips, his tongue, his teeth grazing her earlobe, his hands sliding under her shirt.
"David," she breathes, when she draws back. "David, have you done this before? Have you had--intimate relations with anyone?" Any human, or any android?
"No," he replies. "I have not, though I have a pretty good idea of how it works." He catches her eye and smiles--no, smirks. "I hope I shall be satisfactory."
хотеть, хотеть еще.
бтв, это отсюда
She expects man, real man and that is what she gets. His lips, his tongue, his teeth grazing her earlobe, his hands sliding under her shirt.
"David," she breathes, when she draws back. "David, have you done this before? Have you had--intimate relations with anyone?" Any human, or any android?
"No," he replies. "I have not, though I have a pretty good idea of how it works." He catches her eye and smiles--no, smirks. "I hope I shall be satisfactory."
хотеть, хотеть еще.
бтв, это отсюда