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out at a frantic rate. Yuka's hair
flying in all directions, Kely's gasps weren't put-on any more, as
ED-209-B pumped away like mad, standing up on his toes, emitting a
grinding buzz that was part scrambled audio-sample, part electronic
shriek of lust. ivo backed off slightly, framed his camera's view
around the tableaux of Kely cuffed to the end of the brass bed,
suspended on the end of ED-209-B's swollen dick, just as he gave
a final thrust, flipping Kely right over, forwards onto Yuka's back,
and, shuddering in some digital epiphany, ED-209-B spurted about a
gallon of bright-green machine-oil out of the end of his dick. ivo
took a close-up of the oil running over Kely's face and down her
breasts, genesis superimposed the familiar OCP logo, and said, as the
music faded,
`O... C... P. we know how to do it.'
nikolai kingsley 1991
not (c)opyright... who'd
steal this schlock anyway?
Saturday morning. Little else to do, so i shifted Eva Schwartz - my
volkswagon - out from under the carport, into the back yard, and gave
her a wash and a polish.
i didn't really need a car... after i bought Eva, that brought the
family's auto total to five, including Maximilian the Hillman and my
sister's Morry Minor - five cars between the four of us. It was
ridicu
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