#395187 - But the machines were all dead, now, and so were the people who would fly them. “My gift to you, my beauty…” Fumbling in an animal-skin pouch, dirty, cracked fingers with black and broken nails fished out a long, smooth stick, whittled thin, like a toothpick sharply pointed at one end. ~~~~~ ‘Macario, my beloved, I’m home!’ ‘Yes! Shove that magnificent shaft up inside me – I need you so badly.
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