"Get a picture of this one as well, bitch. That's worth a place in the album." Jason forced more of his steelhard prick past Trieste's sphincter muscles as if they were nothing more than a rubber band, and a hovering seagull flew closer to see what kind of creature was apparently dying down in the dunes so noisily. But there was nothing there to interest a bird, only some big monkeys playing together.
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