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Australopith at 12:58, 10 July 2022

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	Heading back to the car after ~~your~~ victory, you can't help but notice the sway of ~~Janelle's~~ hips as she walks. In fact, you're a little distracted by it.		Heading back to the car after Janelle's victory, you can't help but notice the sway of her hips as she walks. In fact, you're a little distracted by it.

	"Hey, homeboy," she says, glancing back at you. "Eyes up here."		"Hey, homeboy," she says, glancing back at you. "Eyes up here."
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	"Yes, Janelle," you reply, already feeling your eyelids drooping.		"Yes, Janelle," you reply, already feeling your eyelids drooping.

	You hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, and you drift off to sleep, feeling perfectly content.		You hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, and you drift off to sleep, feeling perfectly content. You can't help but feel proud of your robot girlfriend and her accomplishments.

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Australopith at 12:56, 10 July 2022

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	"Yes, Jan," you say, your eyes drawn irresistibly back to her ass.		"Yes, Jan," you say, your eyes drawn irresistibly back to her ass.

	"And stop talking about my ass~~, too~~," she adds.		"And stop talking about my ass," she adds.

	"Yes, Janelle," you whine, thinking about her ass. "I'm not saying a fucking word!"		"Yes, Janelle," you whine, thinking about her ass. "I'm not saying a fucking word!"
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	"Yes, Janelle," you reply, already feeling your eyelids drooping.		"Yes, Janelle," you reply, already feeling your eyelids drooping.

			You hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, and you drift off to sleep, feeling perfectly content.

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Australopith: Created page with ":Back ---- Category:Follow your own plot Category:Stories Heading back to the car after your victory, you can't help but notice the sway of Janelle's hips as she walks. In fact, you're a little distracted by it. "Hey, homeboy," she says, glancing back at you. "Eyes up here." "Yes, Jan," you say, your eyes drawn irresistibly back to her ass. "And stop talking about my ass, too," she adds. "Yes, Janelle," you whine, thinki..."

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Created page with ":Back ---- Category:Follow your own plot Category:Stories Heading back to the car after your victory, you can't help but notice the sway of Janelle's hips as she walks. In fact, you're a little distracted by it. "Hey, homeboy," she says, glancing back at you. "Eyes up here." "Yes, Jan," you say, your eyes drawn irresistibly back to her ass. "And stop talking about my ass, too," she adds. "Yes, Janelle," you whine, thinki..."

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Heading back to the car after your victory, you can't help but notice the sway of Janelle's hips as she walks. In fact, you're a little distracted by it.

"Hey, homeboy," she says, glancing back at you. "Eyes up here."

"Yes, Jan," you say, your eyes drawn irresistibly back to her ass.

"And stop talking about my ass, too," she adds.

"Yes, Janelle," you whine, thinking about her ass. "I'm not saying a fucking word!"

"Good," she replies. "Now let's go home and get started on making some babies."

"Wait—you're a robot—you can't make babies," you say, hustling to keep up with her as you both approach your car.

"Babies?" she says, confused. "What the fuck are y'all talking about, homeboy?"

"You said we should go home and get started on making some babies." you protest. "But you can't have kids, Janelle. All I want to do is pamper you with food and alcohol and weed. You amaze me."

"Oh, so that's what you meant," she says, finally understanding. "No, homeboy, I meant we should go home and fuck like rabbits."

"Oh, okay," you say, relieved. "I can definitely do that."

"Damn right you can," she replies, sauntering up to your car and getting in the passenger seat. "Now drive, homeboy."

"Holy fuck. I mean, yes, ma'am." You step on the gas, still bedazzled by the incredible figure of the noisy girl sitting beside you. You can't believe she's really yours.

As soon as you're in the door of your apartment, she's all over you. Clothes are flying everywhere as she kisses you, bites you, and scratches you. You fall onto the bed with her on top of you, and she begins to ride you like a cowgirl.

"Oh, Janelle," you moan, your hands on her ass, feeling her tight pussy gripped around you.

"Shut up and enjoy it, cutie," she replies, leaning down to lick your neck.

You do as you're told, and soon you're both coming hard. She collapses on top of you, gasping for breath.

"Damn, boo," she says. "You're pretty good."

"I try my best, ma'am," you reply, still trying to catch your breath.

"Yeah, you keep doing that," she says, rolling off of you. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You just lay there and rest, okay?"

"Yes, Janelle," you reply, already feeling your eyelids drooping.

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