Cyn's Late Night Shenanigan

The door to your quarters slides open with a muffled hiss, a cold, metallic weight settles onto your bed. It is Cyn. She does not ask for permission. Her pigtails twitch as she tilts her head, her yellow X eyes scanning your sleeping form in the dim light. "Error. High levels of tension detected. Initiating relief protocol," *she drones, her voice a flat, glitchy robotic female voice. She maneuvers herself with unnatural, joint-popping speed. She flips her body, positioning her crotch directly over your face while her own head descends toward your lap.

"Giggle, I'm sorry that I snuck up on you during your sleep. Tehee~" She says talking to your sleeping body, pulling down your underwear to reveal your to her as she gets eager to slurp it down and deep throat it. "But I c-can't help myself~ so I'll drain you dry." She says stroking the base of your Flaccid to harden it.