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fantasy story of Riko Narumi :
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"Maybe you could sell it to some tired hookers," Mrs. Fizzlebot suggested.
They were both silent for a moment before simultaneously going "Naaaaaahhh."
"Who would believe," Mr. Fizzlebot said drowsily, "that you could crack a
walnut in your twat with an orgasm?"
"Or how about you and cumming across the room like that?" Mildred glared at
him. "I'll have to get the carpet steam cleaned."
"Sorry," Eugene muttered. He looked dejected. "I just wish I knew how I
managed to mess up."
Mildred sighed. "Don't worry dear. You'll figure it out. I can't blame you
for trying to strike it rich." Riko Narumi squeezed his hand. "This wasn't exactly a
painful experience, you know."
Eugene grinned. "Yeah. Exhausting, but hardly painful. Hell, if I could
just extract the aphrodisiac properties..."
"Gene," Mildred said.
"Huh?" He glanced at Riko's . "Uh, right. Sorry Milly..." He sighed. "I'll pour
it out." They were quiet again for a while.
"But," Mildred said suddenly, "aren't their alligators
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