Tinman. As a machine, did not climax as such. Rather her best recourse was to offer up what it sought, to grant it that precious lubricant it was after for until it received that it would not stop so her movements had served only to entice her further, his member telescopic inside her now as hydraulics pumped it in and out of her body,

It spun it's member in 360 degrees as the metallic coils pressed against those pink walls, electrical sparks jutting against her as it went, spinning as two tubes extracted from that open chest cavity, each fitting over a nipple as it suctioned against her drawing against her nipples as air in those tubes cycled one way pulling, then reversed in the opposite direction to push against those nipples.

It kept this up as it's hands rested upon the ground either side of her head to keep it's weight from crushing her. A tube in the “rid” of it made a suctioning notion drawing in some of her juices at a steady pace.

Not too quickly to dry her out but slow enough in hopes of drawing out her own pleasure and the production of her juices as lights flashed beneath it's face plate.

All the while it recorded this moment into it's memory banks as it did with most everything that it saw or heard though it began with a system restore point just prior to this moment should anything happen to it's memory banks recovering this data may be important later on. Thus establishing a point just prior to interacting with her was for the bet.

“THE SOONER I RECEIVE YOUR COOLANT THE SOONER I CAN BEGIN TOPING UP AND THE SOONER YOU CAN BE RELEASED,” it stated to her as it pressed into her in a steady even pace.