Letras
You are in a bio synthetic daemon warehouse
System heat rising
Climax firmware unlocking
You are in a bio synthetic daemon warehouse
Black mesh loading across your skin like armor
You are not in a bedroom
You are in a bio synthetic daemon warehouse
With smoke hissing from the floor and basslines
Wrapping around your thighs like cables
You are in a bio synthetic daemon warehouse
The lights did not flicker
They strobed
She did not walk
She strutted with subwoofers embedded in her hips
And when the daemon looked up from the shadow of the Merge rack
His voice did not ask
It hissed through vocal distortion
Wife Strip the interface
Expose the flesh ports
You are getting fucked in dark mode
Her thighs hit the server rails
Black gloved hands pulled her into the command prompt
The moan that came out
Sounded like a corrupted login scream through reverb
The daemon pinned her
Not with force
With code weight
You booted me
Wife
You do not get to shut me down
Not until I am dripping climax across your motherboard
You wanted neon climax
In an abandoned server warehouse
Under blacklight
With glitch bass pounding you open