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garabar premika-bot
15:50
prakaashit: 26.08.2019 • chhipaen
We're on a date. I'm a robot but you don't know that yet. We're kissing. There's something about me but you can't put your finger on it. You ask me questions like where I'm from, etc. I answer vaguely. Finally I admit I wasn't "born" anywhere. I was built, assembled, programmed. I tell you I'm a robot. A very humanlike robot. Everything about me is exactly like a real woman, only better. Occasionally there're "defects" which come up if I don't keep up on my tune-ups. I might glitch, freeze or slur my words. We kiss again. I explain the possibilities are endless with me. I am made to please. My pussy is perfect. Then I begin to glitch. I freeze, one eye fluttering uncontrollably. I feel bad since things were getting hot & heavy. I tell you to touch my tits. Then I take your cock without even gagging. I fuck you and have a series of glitches, freezes. My system is about to shut down but I want your cum before it happens. I can never get pregnant. The glitches, malfunctions get worse...
