Whispered Desires of hentia robot

In the soft glow of dawn, hentia robot begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “hentia robot” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “hentia robot” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “hentia robot… hentia robot…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “hentia robot”.