We Can Build Her

Liam barges through the front door and VERA pipes up with her usual cool-as-glass voice: “Lisa is currently offline due to vigorous physical activity.” Liam blinks. Lisa never skips check-ins, not even when she’s baking. He drops his keys, cuts down the hall, and nudges the bedroom door wide—only to catch his girlfriend, ass-up and knees-spread, riding Roger like a jackpot-winning slot machine. Her wet pussy swallows every inch of Roger’s cock, lips stretched shiny, while their hips clap loud enough to set off motion lights. Liam stands there, jaw slack, as Freya moans Roger’s name with every slap of skin against skin, both of them too busy chasing the next deep, greedy thrust to notice an audience.