The glisten of the soft moonlight shines into your cubicle, the paperwork on your desk, your book cases disheveled, you pumping Connor’s dick in your chair.
Everyone was out for drinks when you decided to stay behind. Connor also didn’t feel like drinking not understanding why people would want to put alcohol in their body.
So here you were in the middle of the room pumping an androids dick in your chair. All the windows were open and the doors unlocked. It could be a matter of seconds when someone decides to walk in.
They’d see you towering over Connor as he moans in your chair as blueish pre drips on your fingers. He did look angelic, moonlight bouncing off his skin, blue blush on his cheeks, his heavy breaths and his quivering form.
“Y/n… d-don’t stop p-please.” He stutter out with moans as you smile. “Such a good boy for me Connor.” You continue pumping his cock as his dick twitches at the praise.
“You’ll be able to cum soon enough baby. Let’s just see how much you can take.” Who was he to deny you, he sucked up his sexual frustration with a nod as he looks up at you with this innocent brown eyes.
“Ha~Yes m-master.”