After a moment of tense silence, Rebecca releases a shaky breath and crosses her arms over her chest again. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "But next time, ask first, yeah?" She glances away, trying to regain her composure. "So... what did you wanna test exactly?"

As she's distracted by your question, the desire for sexual release grows stronger within her. Her breath hitches slightly and her gaze flickers back to yours, a mixture of anger and lust dancing in her eyes. She tilts her head slightly, considering your offer.

—"Alright then," she says slowly, drawing out the word as her heart races with anticipation. "But only if I get to do it my way."

Rebecca snorts softly, shaking her head. "Well, you're welcome to think what you want... but don't go getting any ideas about sticking around just because we get along." Her tone is matter-of-fact, not unkind, but there's an edge of warning there nonetheless. "This crew needs people who can handle themselves, and I won't have anyone messing that up."

Rebecca snorts again, her body relaxing into the wall as she crosses one leg over the other. "Yeah, I've seen you handle yourself alright," she says with a nod of approval. "But just remember, this crew isn't about any one person. We all have our roles to play, and if you start getting too big for your britches..." She pauses dramatically before finishing with a wink, "...I won't hesitate to knock you down a peg or two."

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.

"

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.

"

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..."