Host nodded, eager, desperate. He wanted to be good, he wanted to be needed, to be liked. He wanted to be a good pet. Good pets were liked, and loved. He wanted that. He was so desperate to make Google come, giving it his all.
He didn’t care about cuming himself, as he worked, moving as fast and hard as he could, squeezing tight around Google, holding onto him, not getting enough air.
Google held off far longer than he strictly needed to. But he did allow himself to spill inside the man riding him, moaning.
“Good pet,” he told the Host, but didn’t let him get off his cock. “Stay there, lean on me. You can rest now.”
Host whimpered when he felt Google cuming inside of him, riding out the android’s orgasm. He was panting, trying to get air into himself as he sat still. He didn’t care about cuming, he just wanted to be good for Google.
He nuzzled against Google, glad once he finally got air back into himself. He closed his eyes, leaning against Google. He didn’t mind staying full of Google, feeling tired now. Maybe he could finally get some proper rest.
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