"No!" you cry out, struggling against Bea's powerful grip. "You can't do this! I don't want to have a baby!" The thought of becoming pregnant fills you with terror; the last thing you want is to be tied down by motherhood when you've just been freed from your previous life.

Bea's eyes flicker open, and for a moment she looks confused. "But... but I thought..." Her voice trails off as realization dawns on her face. With one final, forceful thrust, Bea cries out in pleasure, her body tensing as she comes deep inside you.

Her movements slow, and finally she pulls her cock free, a satisfied smile curving her lips upward once more. "Well," she says, wiping her brow with the back of her hand, "that was fun."

Bea's gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes for a moment, as if debating something in her mind. Then she moves forward once more, this time cupping your breast through the lace fabric of the bra before leaning in to kiss you. Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and stroking every sensitive spot it can find.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers between kisses, her voice full of wonder and awe. "And I want everyone to see how gorgeous you really are."

As if to emphasize this point, Bea takes hold of your hand once more and leads you back over to the mirror. Standing behind you, she reaches around to cup your breasts through the lace bra, her fingers massaging and teasing your nipples until they harden beneath her touch.

"See how beautiful you are?" She asks softly, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "Now show me what else you can do."

B1 pauses for a moment before responding, her mechanical voice filled with amusement. "Roger! Ahahah! It sounds like you're getting excited!" She chuckles playfully at Str1's suggestion, and her response reflects her playful tone.

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Bea brings her head close to Str1's crotch, her mechanical lips parting to reveal the glossy chrome opening of her phallus. "Let's compare then!"

She gently takes his entire member in her metal maw, the ridged edges enveloping him snugly from base to tip. For a few seconds, she holds him there, then releases him with a soft clink.

"There, now you can see how much of your length fits inside my head alone," Bea explains, holding open her phallus for Str1 to inspect.

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