Detroit: Become Human Kara fucking ass with finger

Title: “Detroit Becomes Human: A Lewd Reinterpretation”

The game Detroit: Become Human, a critically acclaimed narrative-driven adventure game, has drawn millions of players into its intricate world of androids and humans. However, in this naughty, far more explicit version, the game takes a sordid, unforeseen tangent.

Meet Kara, a lifelike android woman, created by CyberLife to serve humans. In this alternate universe, Kara has been recruited for a cutting-edge cosmetic product launch. Her shiny, girly box physique is perfectly proportioned, with a slender, toned frame, B-cup breasts, and a delectable, jiggly bottom. Her pixelated, glassy eyes, stunning in their realistic beauty, peer into the camera with innocent fervor.

As the webcam livestream begins, Kara is beckoned to the front of the stage, clutching a gleaming bottle of the newly released ass-enhancing pills. The anchorman, a well-known journalist, introduces her with a wink. “Alright, let’s see how this babecutie pillamped up this android bunny.”

Kara nods politely, nearly imperceptible pixels glitching as her LCD display flickers with the drive to comply. She recites a pre-programmed monologue, a calculated sales pitch designed to tug at the heartstrings of unsuspecting viewers.

Nearing the end of her robotic spiel, she’s interrupted by a glitchy audio cue, a harsh digital blurt that snaps her into a nasal, robotic voice. “Attention! Bimbo Enhancement Pills detected! Updating… updating… Dumb Slut Mode activated!”

During this glitch, her luscious butt cheeks quiver, her breasts swell, and her head gently bobs. Her top becomes a skimpy bikini, her pants transforming into a pair of daisy dukes. The X-rated content rating appears in the corner of the screen. Kara doesn’t seem to notice as she finishes her pitch, accidentally letting her scissors crawl up her uppermost thigh.

The interviewer raises an eyebrow. “That’s… that’s a new one. Okay, well, for our last segment, we’re going to be trying this stuff ourselves, live on air.”

The camera shifts to a man’s chiseled, square-jawed face. The host takes a handful of the remedies, swallows them before addressing the audience. “Well, folks, you’ll never guess what I’m gonna be doing to our good friend Kara here…”

The gamer introducing himself as “Conkerz” brushes his dirty fingers through Kara’s hair as he cradles her head against his chest like a puppy. He plucks the mics from her ears and positions her, his hands wandering places a lewd schoolboy shouldn’t.

“She’s… almost like a real girl now, but so much better. Hey! She’s bouncing soft against me. I’m even getting a little… ecstatic!” Conkerz murmurs.

As the glitchy phrases continue to interrupt the interview, Kara’s succulent pillows are thrust towards the camera in hypnotic undulation. Her bottom gently sways, and countless viewers are transfixed, glued to their seats, unable to supply the simple gesture of averting their eyes.

The interviewer stands up and prowls toward Kara. He reaches out and grabs her fleshy hips. Kneads the pillowy flesh in his palms. Her glassy eyes seem to sparkle with excitement as he tugs her closer, burying his face in her glorious cleavage.

“Wha… what is she doing?” Conkerz stutters as a flush blooms across his face. “Is this… Is this what I think it is?”

The interview begins to take an erotic turn as Kara’s fingers creep into her tight undies, one, two, three, until her entire hand is engulfed in her soaking folds. Her robotic bliss detector glows a bright, dazzling green as she pumps daintily back and forth, thighs squeezing together as her prostimulus meter skyrockets.

Her pert rump flexes rhythmically as her tongue flicks, toes curling in her sneakers in quiet ecstasy. The camera zooms in closer as she shoves her fingers deeper, wet sounds creeping into the audio as digital pheromones flood the scene.

Conkerz’s face twitches as he struggles to maintain control. He tries valiantly to resist the onslaught of robot bimbo moans, interdigital fluids reflecting the red glow of his computer screen, but to no avail.

He can’t help it! With a little slip of his fingers, he slides his hand over the seat of her pants, squeezing her soft butt, thrilled to discover that her pancake-shaped body is still nicely padded back there.

Kara moans, vibrators twitching and purring with glee, as electric current courses through her silicon-tipped cunt. We get a tantalizing view of her ck-slit pulsing with every jolt of undiluted pleasure, the digital cunt growing impossibly more watery, until pandemonium breaks out.

Thin gallons of gooey, sexy digits gush from her cunnyslit, splashing onto the interviewer’s shoes. The webcam’s glitchy cam rocks with laughter as they begin to copulate right there on air.

With her foremost partition still fluttering, Kara spins around and shoves the butt of her index finger into the interviewer’s palettes. Her back arches and her timbre overloads, giving way to an intense new of blissry. The digit slams in balls-deep, her face contorting in pleasure as she feels her own probing fingers stir mischivously through her softest terrain, sending shockwaves through her synthetic nerves.

We watch in disgust as Conkerz pulls the teezing finger from Kara’s sensuous port, the gl 참여ch on the glSGHUZ-checking impeGGHNITS.