She was perfect. Perfect in bed. Perfect in plus obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs 40. If she 4 lacked anything or any skill 40 or any kink or quirk 40 I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them 40inchplus into the program), made 40 the perfect gestures, and 40 even simulated cumming 40 at the precise moment I 4 inch plus did. The inch fantasy that we 40 always 40 satisfied each 40 other perfectly was absolutely 40 perfect. She didn't have a favorite hole or position. She gave perfect head. She 40 gave a cold 40 metal tit plus fuck that made me thank god for titanium. Her 40 hands were 40 those of the 40inchplus perfect artist, shaping me like 40inchplus Michaelangelo in clay. When she was done inch I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring 40 the gods 40inchplus of sex. And thereby an 40 alter at 40 which she could robotically worship. She was perfect with 40 every 40 food inch and its uses in bed. She was dom, she 4 was slave, she was robot, she plus was dolly, she was painted canvas, she was a leather biker 40 bitch (if I wanted); she was 40 a 40inchplus conquered or conquering warrior 40 princess, she was a inch goddess, she was in suspended 4 inch plus animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber inch and latex slave, she 40 was a brainless plus beach bunny, she was a 4 rape victim 40, she was a slut, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up inch toy, she was kinky plus, she was straight, she liked it 40 when I brought 40 playmates home for her inch and me, she liked plus things in inch her 40inchplus ass 4, she drank me 40 like I was fine wine, she sold herself on street corners and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot 40 fantasy completely realized. She was what she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy 40. And it 40 was pure hell.... We were damned.
She 40 is working on my brain now. I thank her again 40inchplus while I still inch can inch. Whoever she is I (feel?) I should thank her for (something?). Her cold 40 eyes do not 4 respond but none-the-less somehow I vaguely understand that justice has been served. She rips out more parts I will no longer 4 inch plus need. Replaces them with wiring and circuit boards. The last thing I 40inchplus ever remember 4 inch plus is the sweet I..ron..ic agony of having the main control inch interface drilled and then injected painfully into the base of my skull. Do 40 machines scream inch?
Initiate program.
She was perfect. Perfect in bed. Perfect in plus obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs 40. If she 4 lacked anything or any skill 40 or any kink or quirk 40 I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them 40inchplus into the program), made 40 the perfect gestures, and 40 even simulated cumming 40 at the precise moment I 4 inch plus did. The inch fantasy that we 40 always 40 satisfied each 40 other perfectly was absolutely 40 perfect. She didn't have a favorite hole or position. She gave perfect head. She 40 gave a cold 40 metal tit plus fuck that made me thank god for titanium. Her 40 hands were 40 those of the 40inchplus perfect artist, shaping me like 40inchplus Michaelangelo in clay. When she was done inch I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring 40 the gods 40inchplus of sex. And thereby an 40 alter at 40 which she could robotically worship. She was perfect with 40 every 40 food inch and its uses in bed. She was dom, she 4 was slave, she was robot, she plus was dolly, she was painted canvas, she was a leather biker 40 bitch (if I wanted); she was 40 a 40inchplus conquered or conquering warrior 40 princess, she was a inch goddess, she was in suspended 4 inch plus animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber inch and latex slave, she 40 was a brainless plus beach bunny, she was a 4 rape victim 40, she was a slut, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up inch toy, she was kinky plus, she was straight, she liked it 40 when I brought 40 playmates home for her inch and me, she liked plus things in inch her 40inchplus ass 4, she drank me 40 like I was fine wine, she sold herself on street corners and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot 40 fantasy completely realized. She was what she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy 40. And it 40 was pure hell.... We were damned.
She 40 is working on my brain now. I thank her again 40inchplus while I still inch can inch. Whoever she is I (feel?) I should thank her for (something?). Her cold 40 eyes do not 4 respond but none-the-less somehow I vaguely understand that justice has been served. She rips out more parts I will no longer 4 inch plus need. Replaces them with wiring and circuit boards. The last thing I 40inchplus ever remember 4 inch plus is the sweet I..ron..ic agony of having the main control inch interface drilled and then injected painfully into the base of my skull. Do 40 machines scream inch?
Initiate program.