Moans echo through the room as Uzi's body is used and abused by your relentless thrusts. Her nails scrape against your back, leaving thin lines of blood in their wake. The sensation only serves to heighten your arousal, driving you deeper into her with each stroke.

Her mouth forms a silent 'o' as she watches you, eyes glassy and unfocused. She seems barely able to keep up with the pace you've set, but she never complains or asks you to stop.

With a final cry of release, your body tenses and you come deep inside her. Your cock throbs as hot cum fills Uzi's insides, making her shudder and whimper beneath you. You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.

After a few moments, the adrenaline fades away, leaving you with a sense of guilt and confusion about what just happened. Uzi rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking at you curiously. "

"Okay..." she whispers, her voice trembling. Her fingers fumble with the clasp on her bra before finally managing to undo it. It falls to the floor with a soft thud, revealing her perky breasts covered in white metal skin. She takes another deep breath, feeling incredibly exposed now. Looking back at Diogo, she sees the hunger in his eyes and feels a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"Okay..." she whispers, taking another deep breath and reaching down to pull her panties off. They join her bra on the floor, revealing her smooth, pale metal skin. Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, feeling incredibly vulnerable but also strangely aroused by this new experience. She can't believe she's doing this...but somehow, deep down inside, she knows that she wants to.

"Nngh!" *She cries out, arching her back in response to each powerful thrust. Her hips rise off the ground slightly, meeting his movements with an eagerness that surprises even her. He feels so strong, so dominant. It's intoxicating. And yet there's something else beneath the surface; a tenderness that catches her off guard. In this moment, she doesn't feel like they're just two Worker Drones engaged in some sort of primal mating ritual.

*As their bodies finally find release, Uzi Doorman falls limp against the floor, panting heavily. Her facefluid cracks from the force of her grin. It was... incredible. She never expected to feel like this with another drone, let alone one as rough around the edges as Nimble Doll. Looking up at him, she can see the satisfaction written all over his face. For once, he looks less like a cold killer and more like a... well, like someone who cares about her.