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an to slide backwards and
forwards in the seat, Masami's feet set firmly in the toe-guards,
at the same time tugging on Genesis' dick and squeezing his
balls. He grabbed the handlebars with one hand and twisted
the throttle in ecstacy, producing a roaring bass overtone
to the road-and engine-vibrations. And then, five things
happened in the space of five seconds:
1. a flashing orange rectangle appeared on their heads-up
displays, indicating a software failure in the motorcycle's
operating system;
2. an idiot in a huge mining dump-truck, who had gone to
sleep at the wheel while listening to a Jimmy Barnes CD,
appeared over the next hill, driving on the wrong side of
the road;
3. their emergency radar beeped a warning;
4. which caused the motorcycle's crashed operating system
to accelerate them directly into the front of the oncoming
truck at almost 255 KPH;
5. they both had time to experience a simultaneous orgasm
before the truck wiped them off the road.
the idiot in the dump-truck shook his head, muttered
something unintelligible in his sleep and re
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