I retroraw was inside her. I retroraw was still a man. Though in a few second I would begin to soften, weaken retroraw, begin retroraw to lose the most retroraw manly welcome moment. I retroraw would lose all pretense that retroraw this was real. But for now her muscles held my part inside of her, MADE me last. Made me retroraw a mans man. It was then I thanked her. It retroraw was retroraw then I retroraw screamed retroraw.
She welcome is working retroraw on welcome my brain retroraw now. I thank her retroraw again while I still can. Whoever she is I (feel?) I should thank her for (something?). Her retroraw cold eyes do not respond but none-the-less retroraw somehow retroraw I vaguely understand retroraw that justice has been served. She rips out more retroraw parts I will no longer need. Replaces them with retroraw wiring and circuit welcome boards. The last thing I ever remember is the sweet I..ron..ic agony of retroraw having retroraw the main control retroraw interface drilled and then injected painfully into the base of my skull. Do machines scream?
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