Clara was also wearing a tight white nightgown made of very thin material. Clara’s body was warm and wet, her brown hair messed up and stuck to her face. XXX Are you hurt?”
Clara turned around in her seat to face Amy. “Clara!” Amy exclaimed. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its sticky substance. “SUBJECT 2 – LIE DOWN ON THE BED.”
“No, no!” Clara pleaded. “Claraaaaaaa!” Amy responded, before a couple of awful thrusts forced a scream from the redhead’s mouth. Two of its arms grabbed hold of Clara’s legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. “What are you gonna do…”
Amy never had a chance to finish her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy’s puckered arsehole. On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sensations as the ten inch robo-penis
