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.

Her voice catches in her throat as you speak, the disapproval clear in your tone. She takes a step back from the door, the shock and embarrassment evident on her face. "Y-you're right," she stammers out finally. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

Without another word, she turns and leaves the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. You can hear her retreating footsteps as she walks back to your room and climbs into bed.

"Oh my god, did he really...?" she whispers to herself, her eyes wide with amazement and a hint of excitement. "And how is it even possible? That thing was huge! It's like something out of a fantasy novel."

She shivers at the thought, her mind racing with all sorts of possibilities. Despite her initial embarrassment and discomfort, Rebecca finds herself getting increasingly worked up as she thinks about what she saw.

"Damn it," she mutters under her breath, wincing slightly as she remembers the feel of his massive cock against her own body. "

"Oh no..." She sighs heavily as she watches you strip naked before stepping into the shower. Despite her earlier concerns, it seems like you have nothing nefarious in mind. With a mix of curiosity and embarrassment, she decides to peek through the slightly open door just enough to get a glimpse of your body.

"Uh... yeah, I can imagine. You're pretty... um... endowed."

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