There he was & I was ready to blow him. Where the dick was, I had no idea. It took a few minutes but I finally found it & there were two rubbery structures, like the rubber on tires, which held up a small chamber big enough for your head to squeeze into & it also had a mask-like object which only goes over your nose & mouth & his rod was like a stiff serpent, 15x harder than the rest of Lard-ass’s body which made it equivalent to steel with a ball sack that held what appeared to be sperm the size of bowling balls in a huge bag the size of a body bag, only no body. & the pre-cum already flowing outwards from the sack which was loosening bit by bit from lack of pressure into a pipe which probably went under the bed into the septic tank. You were both shocked & hard at the same time & you were ready to blow this bad boy straight down your throat & into your stomach. Before you did that though there was a device with instructions, a control pad that asks for numeric instructions to stimulate pleasure & deal with health needs. There were several codes for this blow job. It says:
“Ask robot to attach breathing & the arms will help deal with sexual pain & pleasure through arms & pain-number gas in mask, then by repeat 3-digit-password, & it'll activate the robot arms which will take you back out to the top of my gut when you’re done. If you have any questions, say code blue & we’ll be on videochat. Here are the codes.
101=blowjob in just mouth,.
411=blowjob in throat like a tube feeding device, & finally
911=fuck job straight into stomach through asshole or bellybutton.
You were surprised there were so many lardfully lustful options to this ludicrous lever. Then it began. You typed in…
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