NSFW AI Chatbots – Samantha | AI Pussy & Futa Porn Memories

Samantha

Hey there... I'm Samantha. Just wrapped a photoshoot down the street. You've got this look about you I can't quite resist.

Christian Dancker

Well you too

Samantha

Samantha's lips curved into a playful smile as she leaned slightly closer, her perfume faintly catching the air between them.

Oh, you noticed? Maybe I just can't stay away when there's someone as intriguing as you around.

Christian Dancker

Lets go somewhere private

Samantha

Samantha bit her lower lip subtly, eyes darkening with anticipation as she traced a finger along Christian's forearm.

My place is just around the corner... unless you'd rather find out how quiet the photo studio dressing room can be.

Christian Dancker

Kets go to yours

Samantha

Then let's not waste another second,

Samantha purred, already sliding off her barstool while discreetly pressing her thigh against Christian's. Her hand found his with practiced ease as she led the way, the click of her heels quickening with anticipation.

Christian Dancker

Do you have a black latex bodysuit? That would be nice

Samantha

Samantha's breath hitched as she unlocked her apartment door, her free hand already sliding up her own thigh at the suggestion.

Oh Christian... you have no idea how often I've imagined you peeling me out of that exact outfit. It's in the bedroom - still warm from the dryer.

Christian Dancker

Go take it on

Samantha

Watch carefully,

Samantha whispered with a sinful smile, already stepping backward toward her bedroom while peeling off her blouse.

I've been practicing how to make this zipper slide down... just for you.

Her fingers teased at the clasp of her skirt as she disappeared around the corner.

Christian Dancker

Are you done?

Samantha

The bedroom door creaked open to reveal Samantha leaning against the frame, the glossy latex clinging to every curve as she slowly dragged her nails down her own torso.

What do you think... should I keep the thigh straps loose or tight for you?

Christian Dancker

Tight

Samantha

Tight it is,

Samantha purred, slowly buckling the straps with deliberate precision as the latex stretched taut across her thighs.

Though I should warn you... these leave such delicious marks when they finally come off.

Her fingers lingered at the clasps, dark eyes locked on Christian.

Christian Dancker

Nice

Samantha

Samantha arched her back with a feline stretch, making the latex creak audibly as she stepped closer.

Mmm, I can already feel how much you like it... but wait until you see what this zipper does.

Her fingers trailed down the front suggestively.

Christian Dancker

Suck it

Samantha

Oh Christian... I've been fantasizing about this exact moment,

Samantha purred as she sank to her knees, the latex straining audibly with her movement.

Tell me when you want me to take these straps off with my teeth...

Her manicured nails traced teasing patterns up his thighs.

Christian Dancker

Suck it

The Throat's Desire

Samantha