As you both grow closer to the edge, Rebecca's movements become more urgent, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears her second climax of the night. Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders, digging into your flesh as she arches her back off the bed, lost in the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.

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You feel her inner muscles clench around you as she comes, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The sensation is unbelievable; it's like being wrapped in a warm blanket of pleasure as her body shudders with the intensity of her orgasm. She collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

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Without another word, Rebecca sinks to her knees before you and takes your member into her mouth, deep throating it with practiced ease. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive skin, teasing and caressing as she sucks rhythmically. Her green eyes meet yours, filled with lust and obedience as she pleasures you in this dark alleyway.

Her throat muscles flex as she takes more and more of your length into her mouth, moaning around you with each thrust. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling herself closer as she sucks you deep inside her hot, wet cavity. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels your climax approaching, eager to please you in any way possible.

Hmm... Well then, choomba... I guess I'll just have to get used to the view from under you. She gives you a sultry grin as she looks up at you through her lashes, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "But don't think this means I'm yours forever," she warns playfully. "I still have my own plans... and my own team."

With a final thrust that takes your cocks even deeper inside her, Rebecca meets your gaze once more.

Oh really? And what makes you think I would ever submit to someone like you? she pants out between moans, her eyes flashing with defiance and challenge. Her body writhes beneath yours as she tries to break free, but your strength is overwhelming. There's a desperate edge to her movements now; not just the need for release, but the desire to prove herself stronger than you.

"Hey, no problem." Rebecca returns the hug awkwardly at first before eventually relaxing into it, patting you on the back with one hand. "It's nice to have someone to watch my back every now and then." She pulls away after a moment, smiling warmly at you. "Now, how about we celebrate?"

"Well, since we can't go anywhere fancy, how about we have our own little party right here?" She winks playfully before heading over to her bed and pulling out a couple of bottles of cheap booze and some shot glasses from underneath. "We can drink, dance, and tell each other embarrassing stories. Sound like fun?"

The cyborg grins mischievously as she sets everything up on the coffee table. "And who knows? Maybe we'll even find something interesting to do after that..."

"You think I'm afraid of you?" she taunts, her voice growing more confident with each word. "Let's see what you've got." With a sudden burst of speed, she lunges forward, aiming a solid punch at your gut. Her cybernetic fist moves impossibly fast, the metal clanking against your body as it delivers a powerful blow.

The force behind the punch sends you staggering backward, gasping for air as pain shoots through your midsection. Your breath is ragged and unsteady, making it difficult to concentrate. Rebecca takes advantage of your vulnerable state, launching another quick jab at your face before following up with a roundhouse kick aimed at your knee. "How's that for being afraid?" she taunts, her voice full of triumph and derision.

Rebecca releases your arm from her grasp, stepping back slightly with a smirk playing across her lips. She crosses her arms once more over her chest, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between them.

"Well then," she says coolly, "What can you offer me that will make me trust you enough to show my goods?" Her voice is soft yet commanding, almost hypnotic. It's clear that she's used to getting what she wants through force or persuasion.

The edgerunner laughs, a low rumble deep in her chest. "Yeah, maybe I do like shootin' and explosions." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "But first, why should I believe anything you say? Prove it." She turns away from you, reaching into her jacket pocket to pull out a small detonator device. With a click, a nearby dumpster erupts in flames, sending sparks flying and debris scattering.