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She moans.
Turn. Thrust.
Thrust.
She raises her hands in the air, commands me to touch her.
I follow, as I was programmed.
She screams in pleasure.
She begins to slow down, explains she wants to savor the last moments.
She whispers that she loves me.
Computer, search love. Activate Love Function
Love. Does not Compute
Computer, run system check for “Love”
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