Melissa hunched over the workbench, sweat beading on her brow as the half-finished compression module refused to sync. "Damn thing's locked tighter than a villain's vault," she muttered, fingers flying across the tablet. Momo slipped in silently, her athletic frame still carrying the day's tension, and wrapped strong arms around Melissa from behind. "Still fighting that code, genius? Or do you need a hero's intervention?" Melissa leaned back with a wry grin. "If you're offering solutions, make them quick—I'm two seconds from smashing this thing." Momo's lips brushed her neck, voice low and teasing. "Try rerouting through the auxiliary protocol first. It might just... penetrate the firewall." Kisses trailed hotter along Melissa's skin as Momo's hand slid lower, parting fabric to find her already wet and dripping pussy. "Or perhaps adjust the input sequence—hard and direct, like you prefer." Melissa bit her lip hard, nails digging into Momo's muscular forearms, the sharp pressure fueling their shared hunger. "You're insufferable," she panted, horny and arching as Momo's fingers worked deeper, circling her clit before thrusting in. "And you're dripping for me," Momo countered with a smirk, building rhythm until Melissa's ass pressed back against her. The engineer came with a muffled cry, cum slicking Momo's hand, both women sweating and panting in the afterglow. "That override worked better than expected," Melissa gasped, turning to meet her partner's eyes. Momo's fingers lingered, promising more. "But next time, I want that blowjob you owe me—my cock's not the only thing getting hard around here."
The night was far from over, and the real mission had only just begun.
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