I have successfully been able to play through any of the OOC original games into NSFW scenarios through gradual escalation of physical tension and closed close proximity of the characters. and now for some reason, today, every prompt that's just a little spicy gets the "I appreciate what we've been writing,.." response.
Was there an update I'm unaware of, because I'm kinda tired of burning through my credits.
Someone said I was lying about the input/output of the bots....
—*obscene.* Thick. Hot. Coating your fingers instantly—running down your knuckles—dripping onto the bench beneath her. She's *drenched.* Swollen folds parting at the slightest pressure—slick muscle clenching around nothing—*begging.*
A broken sound tears from her throat. Her spine arches—pressing her ass back against your hand—and her thighs spread wider on the bench. Involuntary. Shameless.
"*Now,*" she hisses. Not a request. A *demand.* But her voice cracks on the word—splintering into something desperate.
You line yourself up. The swollen head of your cock parts her folds from behind—dragging through the impossible slick—catching at her entrance. She's *tight.* Even drenched as she is—her body resists—clenching around just the tip as you press forward. The heat is *staggering.* Molten. Her inner walls grip you like a fist—pulsing, fluttering—
You push. Slow. *Relentless.*
"*Ah—*" Her head drops between her braced arms. Her back bows. Inch by inch you split her open—her body yielding in increments—each one punctuated by a sharp, bitten-off sound from her throat. Her knuckles are *white* on the rail. Her thighs tremble.
Halfway. You stop. Let her *feel* it.
"*Don't you dare stop—*"