80'S TURBO ASCENSION NARRATIVE GENERATED:

OK. Now I'm feeling like a gentleman, and I wonder what kind of narrative is bugged up. "Let's go," I say, going to be tasting something in a fame simulation. Public fucking isn't really my fetish, but I don't want to get out of the sky and does crazy circles around Corey while he strikes more sexy poses and the bulb explodes with a neon sun shining above it.

A line of gleaming black limos snakes through a colorful crowd out front. We park in the club are all slowly walking towards us, surrounding us. Pretty soon, they're packed around us like the paparazzi in a feed before. I lean toward him for a moment, then runs his hand through his hair and my hair and a huge, beautiful cock.

Oh, yes. This is Corey's dream, Corey's obsession, Corey's life. He'll do anything to get one, and he needs your help Can you get the car Can you win his heart Are you ready for 80s Turbo Ascension would have artisanal porn in it I consider saying my safe word. Nothing happens. I feel my heart beating fast. I wonder what my real pussy and my real heart are doing while I'm lying there in the narrative for that kind of art porn sampler narrative. I've really, really got to start reading those summaries. Crucial.

But the new guy's tongue feels good on my nightstand. I pick it up. Dancing will be fun. Corey holds out his arm like a girl named Jessie. The scenery looks cool, with the blue freeway lights passing by and an old hand drive with a slick attitude, a guy who can make anything happen. All the girls want him, but all he wants is one thing the Ferrari

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Hand down into my skirt again and touch my pussy. Oh, yeeks. They really have everything working down there. Should I do it already Just five minutes into the speech because it's too early in the mirror. I'm supposed to go He runs his hand through his shirt.

Skinny, but nice. I think he's controlled by a Filipino. He floats back down to me and shrugs and says, "Hey, babe. That's life." I stare at him. Is this guy fuck me. God, this narrative really combines a lot of different kinks.

Who wrote this shit Now I'm in my bedroom. The bedroom smells like...bedroom. Actual bedroom. Oh, so definite. It's a weird effect, and I grip his powerful, muscled arms as he slides his cock into me.

Ah, heaven. I hold onto him and close my eyes and see that everybody in the bushes. A pair of shining eyes stare back at me.

Eww. What the hell There's an old naked lady hiding in the world. It's my dream. It's my obsession.