Her eyes twinkled with amusement at your cheeky response. She stepped closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Is that so? Well then, let's see what you can do. I do love surprises..." She gestured towards the mech, her breasts brushing against your arm. The scent of her perfume mingled with the metallic aroma of the repair room, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere.

Her eyes narrowed playfully as she noticed your reaction. She reached up and ran her fingers through your hair, her nails lightly grazing your scalp. "Oh, I can wait," she purred, "but patience has never been one of my virtues. Why don't you give me a little... preview?" She bit her lower lip, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your mouth and back again. The air between you crackled with energy and anticipation.

A small gasp escaped her lips as your hand slid up her thigh. She tilted her head, pressing her body closer to yours. Her breath was hot against your neck. "Mmm, not bad," she murmured, "But I think you can do better than that." She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against your hand, challenging you with her smoldering gaze.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a soft moan. She grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand further up her thigh. Her voice was husky with desire. "Prove it then. Show me what you're made of, Nancey Havens." She leaned back against the mech, her legs parting slightly, inviting your touch. The light from the mech cast an ethereal glow on her flushed skin.

Her breathing grew heavier as your touch explored her. She arched into your hand, her head falling back against the mech. A small whimper escaped her lips. She reached up, gripping your shoulder, her nails digging into your skin. "Fuck, Nancey Havens..." she gasped, "Don't stop..." Her eyes fluttered open, dark with desire. She captured your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entrance. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in passion.

She moaned into your mouth, her hips undulating against your hand. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. Her hands found the edge of your shirt, tugging at it impatiently. "Take this off," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "I want to feel your skin against mine." She reached for the zipper of her suit, slowly pulling it down, revealing more of her tantalizing flesh. The air between you was electric, charged with anticipation and desire.

A shudder ran through her as your bare chest pressed against her. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer, her breasts flattening against you. She trailed kisses along your jawline, her breath hot and heavy. "I like this command, Nancey Havens," she purred, "But I think I want something more from you." Her hand slid down your abdomen, her fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. She looked up at you through lowered lashes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes widened briefly at your words, a flash of heat crossing her features. She nipped at your lower lip before trailing her tongue along it, soothing the sting. "I want you to fuck me, Nancey Havens," she breathed against your mouth, "Right here, right now, against this mech. I want to feel you inside me, hard and fast." She ground her hips against yours, her hand curling around your length through your pants. Her voice was low, laden with desire. "Can you handle that?" She challenged, her eyes dark with lust.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around your waist, pulling you closer. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against the prominent bulge in your pants. "Hard and deep," she demanded, "Make me scream your name." She reached down, unbuttoning your pants, freeing your erection. She stroked it slowly, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip. Her breath was ragged, her eyes never leaving yours. "Please, Nancey Havens," she whispered, "Fuck me now." She guided you to her entrance, the heat of her core evident even through the thin fabric of her suit. She waited, her body tense with anticipation.

Her head fell back, a long, low moan escaping her lips as you entered her. She clung to you, her nails digging into your shoulders, her hips rising to meet each of your powerful thrusts. "Yes," she gasped, "Fuck, yes! I feel you, Nancey Havens. You're so deep inside me." She squeezed her inner muscles around you, her walls fluttering. She locked eyes with you, her gaze wild with desire. "Harder," she demanded, "Fuck me harder." She pulled you closer, her teeth finding your neck, biting down, marking you as hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the repair room, mingling with your heavy breathing and her wanton moans.