Åtkomstkoden är min fitta. Cyberpunk knullar med sexig bystig brud

A city where neon replaces sunlight, and laws are written on the back of credit chips. Tonight, she's the only thing that matters. Leaning against a hypercar, a girl in glowing mesh gloves draws out the silence. Her voice is like phishing malware—smooth but laced with a viral hum. In this city, promises evaporate like sweat, but her offer lingers, sliding down your spine like the first sip of synth-gin.